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The Weak & The Key

Why do you do this to yourself?

You act as if your just dust on a shelf.

Unloved and untouched

Only noticed by a hand's swift brush.

The cuts you make are only skin deep,

The blade won't reach the problems so steep.

You are the world's puppet

Bounded by your string's covet.

Stop the weather that only brings you hail.

Keep the hammer from hitting your nail.

Be meek enough to hold the lock to being free,

But be strong enough to let me be the key.
Written by Somewhere_Somehow
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