Words for me, they are intrinsic.
Stacked strength you wish you had
like chopping wood a thousand times before it breaks
and even then split, jagged and uneven.
(That’s all I am when you break me down to the core).

Keep you’re quotes…
The hollowed clarity they lack.
Exhaust your anger
axing at my limbs – I’m grounded.

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