the only thing that stands between
me and everything i want to be
is you,
and you and you and you and you
and everything you did to me.
you could have killed me to,
but you were to selfish for that.
death was too compassionate.
murders tend to get investigated
that was not your style.
and you could kill me now,
if i were to find out,
just what it was you did to me...
and if i wished to tell.
but this is my disability.
this story i can't sell,
if no one is disposed to believe.
not with all that distance between me,
and everything I want to be.
oh heart!
if only there could be
just one reality.
only one memory.
no more mystery.
only what I wish to be!
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