In the ashes of purity


I've searched
I've cried
I've cut
I've found

Just one more pull
And one more up
Oh, there it is
That one odd out

An itchy mark
A scary move
The very last
Body of proof

Resembles me
But who am I
If that's what's left
Of a human life

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