Seed

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Pecking, thumping, and feeling
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Seed

It feels like this seed
Is being picked by birds
And all that's left to comfort me
Are strung along words

Pecking, thumping, and feeling.

My darkness has enlightened
To absolute gray
Scars healed from broken glass
i walked on nearly every day

Placated, patronized, and Paralyzed

But you wouldn't know
You could never care
The choice was yours
I will never be there

Alone, afraid, and angry.

So don't come back to me
Expecting it to be like before
You fucked me and left me
And made me feel like a whore

Feeding, ferocious, and fatal.

From now on
You'll remain emotionally dead
So happy you found
Somewhere else to rest your head

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