Friday, 7 April 2017

Day Six


Today I gave away myself
Freely, like it was unimportant

I gave away as much of my life
As I could, because I'll make a new one

I gave away nothing I would miss
Although I gave it breath

I gave away what I have cursed,
Cried over, cherished and bled

I gave away something that will not persist
That which is me but which
Will not be mine.


 



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