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Take It
Take this away from me.
I don't want it anymore,
It makes me defensive.
It allows me to anger far too quickly, needlessly.
Take this please.
I won it in battle a long time ago.
I fought for it with endless tears.
I crawled for it at times on bare hands and knees.
I dreamed for the strength to build it up.
I practiced again and again to protect it.
My sword of truth met its mark,
Again and again and again, just to make it what it is.
To achieve it, I've lost more than I have ever won;
The heart of me forever lost because of it.
I don't want to wear this like some gleaming badge.
Take it, I no longer want my pride.
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Comment by: Willow - 2008-01-26 22:11
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Girl.
I just wanted to cry.
Word, word, word.
You could add some punctuation here and there -
caz some people may not realize the drift straight away,
but otherwise,
I'm all about it...
...hurts my heart |
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| Misty, this is good. The juxtaposition of first not understanding what the IT is and when you just get to realizing that IT will be revealed at the end, it turns out to be NOT what the reader thinks. That is great technique. |
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