True Self
there exists a twisted twig
formed from distorted dreams
perpetually poking at my mind
and scraping away at my heart
this damned contorted twig
feeds on my stifled screams
of agonies not left behind
still ripping me apart
I set it alight
but it will not burn
I dig a deep hole
but it will not be interred
a small twig with big fight
there's nowhere for me to turn
because this twig is my soul
and this plight must be endured
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