To What End
A Twisted synopsis derived from convenience;
Some convenient colossus of self-righteous grievance,
Pain unforgotten and never forgiven;
Void from accounting’s a world made to live in.
It started with lies but at first they weren’t mine;
But fear had me broken and it twisted our time.
So now it’s let go or crawl in the past;
But how long must I keep kneeling to the face with a mask.
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