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is this a poem or epitaph
   am i a villian or a fighter
a coward with a lighter
     or a broken hearted survivor

is this a memory or trauma
   am i a victim of desire
a child who was never a child
     a toy waiting to be acquired

are these merely words that i speak
   a familiarity which i meet
  an addictiaction which i seek
mourning for what could not be

are these really lines that i creep
   a poison that oozes in my sleep
  dripping on pages to show im weak
     or rather healing that can finally seep

-unto others, that might be like me