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I am what you are

At the lowest points in life,
Is when it is discovered.
I am consumed by you.
I have lost myself, 
Or maybe I just never knew.

The lights are looking dim these days.
The skies are soaring low.
Visions seem blurred,
Confused completely on what to do.

Days are shorter,
Nights are longer.
I never want to falter.
But I no longer have a shelter.

No safety.
No security.
I am on my own.
I defend only myself.

Who I am,
Has yet to be found.
I am no longer homeward bound.

I let this go.
I slip, I fall.
Its never good enough.

I thought I hit rock bottom,
But I have never felt this low.
How long, how much will I endure,
Before I find something pure.

I am pure, only of evil.
I am nothing better than your enemy.
I can only give back what you gave me.
I am a product of what you have created.


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