Why hath hate consumed your heart?
Enough to push, push, no more...
Until I am here no more..
What is it that you run from if not I?
For I know I is what your think,
But I
Am only a mirror, a drink...
A drug, an illussion
To your inner being,
So I ask you again
What is it that you run from,
if not I?
And it is not I,
For I would never leave, unless commanded..
I would never leave because I judge...
But you did...
so why?
What are you so afraid of?
Why would you be so weak?
Have you forgotten the breath of you? Of me?
Why be afraid? If possible there's not much left to live?
Goodbye dear friend,
Until again...
I bid you as they are your answers
to give..
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