why must you try to define me
and rid me of my individuality
why must you try to take
that which is precious to me
i only ever tried to give you beauty
i only ever tried to give you love
in return you have tried to break my bones
and steal my home
but why
do you want to be hated
do you want to be feared
there is no power over the dead
there is only nothing
you will become nothing
why do you even try

k.g.

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