HUMANE, every bit, I've become.
It is what it is that I've feared for.
Again and again, the struggle-
to succumb to the pain or to go to war.
And my body means nothing.
Wrap my ephemeral flesh and bones.
My blood will be yours and I won't bleed for you alone.
I am a piece
with a vigorous role play.
And I only need existence to win.
What I don't regret is There are no regrets.
No traces of what could have been.
Still too many words, too many.
And then some,
And some...that I'd listen to on repeat-
"I quit every day. I just never said it out loud.
I would never give them the satisfaction of breaking me."
It is what it is that I've feared for.
Again and again, the struggle-
to succumb to the pain or to go to war.
And my body means nothing.
Wrap my ephemeral flesh and bones.
My blood will be yours and I won't bleed for you alone.
I am a piece
with a vigorous role play.
And I only need existence to win.
What I don't regret is There are no regrets.
No traces of what could have been.
Still too many words, too many.
And then some,
And some...that I'd listen to on repeat-
"I quit every day. I just never said it out loud.
I would never give them the satisfaction of breaking me."
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