That same false story again?
Do you still live waiting for it?
To stay alive...
I know no other path
to search for either—
I am part of your regret.
Have you donned that disguise again?
The awkward echo of wild laughter.
Why did you split your heart in two?
To quicken the blood's flow.
I'll give you a share of this too—
I am the wound in your soul.
Self-Revelation
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