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Trying.
Isn't it a struggle to stay out of the old ways?
Bad habits and old acquaintances that should stay in the closet
Are nonetheless still creeping up on me....
Curse my ways of almost inhuman kindness
I still worry for her everyday
Though this distance is (assuredly?) helping but...
Why is my kindness somehow a weakness?
Is my mind not able to grasp cruelty as others can?
While others may leave the child astray
I go over and ask if she knows where her mother is.
I still for the love of my sanity cannot keep her from my mind
Though she most likely has wiped me from hers...
An obsession very difficult to surpass is this
I constantly check on her to know she is safe but....
I worry.
Greatly.
Nothing seems to be going in the right direction
But for me it is....
Is it humane if I am to leave her alone for my needs?
With a possible relapse is she worth the effort?
Selfish am I not and still cease to see my existence as...
Meaningful.
While others will slap the oppressor across the face
I will kiss their hand and leave them a rose.
I left not without leaving a mark on her body
Though I absolutely loathe myself for it.
Never will I find my meaning
Nor will I end my own life,
I will await my own end with open arms
And tears streaming down my cheeks.
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