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Word

They say live by the word
And die by the word
To me that means passing
alone with my notebook
Absurd
Tried to walk through the stargate
To sing songs I've not heard
Maybe I never much thought
I was part of the herd
So when the gate spit me back
Afraid and disturbed
I realized my truth:
I was plain and uncured
And there's pain in that, sure
But then too there's a painting
Of my wistful evading,
The sidestepping of the love that was yours
Simply because of my plea that screamed
I've felt it's only me in this world
So you could push me away
And I could continue my game undeterred
A reject of the portal
Just a mortal
Evermore insecure
I detail the land
That I've found in my hand
At least I try though my vision is blurred
And in that understand
In all the failure I am
At very least
I'm a man of my word
Written by beanbandit (Unfate the death shaman)
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