I am the mistake you held in your stomach
you face becomes blue from dads misconceptions
his cold hands against your warm angelic skin
the epitome of my existence reckoning
your trickery, devious methods will work no longer
you indelicate love hurts my insides
I'm finally letting you go, giving you up
the lurid image of my life in your palms
you're insincerely emotional
your malaise is no longer my mantra
this is nirvana

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