Forced to choose to be someone else. My identity changed in the debris of a wreck. Death was cheated by life in a bloody game of roulette. The spiritual savior left behind my soul. Philosophical cheater reincarnated. Pain that can only be expressed by a sweet smile. Strength forged under the steel of a scalpel. The scar tissue is paper thin. Ink bleeds through and stains my heart, all in the guise of sin.
©06/2019
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I think this something every one can relate to in one way or another. Beautifully written.
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I hate that anyone can relate to the pain within this. Thank you, C.
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