Hatred broke the mirrors I used to look at my reflection in, pain is the kind of adversity you pay attention to, but never bill enough affection for.
I have prayed to meet you before, I gave up my soul to meet yours, I allowed my body to be beaten up by seven years of trauma and when I was finally feeling myself sore... You threw me out and it rained, for falling so easy I found my feelings labeled a whore.
How I wish I still knew words such as "time and feel free" still existed when I sing tunes about the moon on a stormy night. Perhaps it's true... Pain, is adversity.
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