Hate that i miss you. why?
i wasn't prepared to miss you.
You yanked my heart, hard.
Then you closed the door.
And now you open it.
What did you see?
Young trust, barely new born, huddled in the corner
Afraid of loving the sweet safety of the
distant
powerless
dark.
That and more...
i smash fists against the walls,
Kick at the door,
Scream at injustice.
i will not comply quietly.
i'll not resign myself to strife.
Got to find the light switch
myself.
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