Change of Tides
I can't do this anymore. I can't be me anymore. This is not a cry for help. This is not for empathy, but a sadly tragic epiphany that I'm endlessly falling too relentlessly with myself. But I am not a martyr. You are not my sins. Just an unknowing silent audience. But my epiphany is not of an ending. It's of a new beginning. A rise in the tide and my broken spirit and thoughtful mind finally decide that I am worth it. And I'm about to be a God they have not unearthed yet. So keep words soft spoken, as my mind begins to open and I finally become the person that I myself have chosen.
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