Wreck on the cowards evading identity sheepish and solemn afraid of their strength- The stigma; a letter; a label; a symbol projected on targets of jealous complaint- A high school indictment, a Prozac incentive our integrity lost in debasement and pain- Claim it and own it I beg you to realize when you're on the defensive you're so far from alone-"Let him go through the phase then he'll wise up and praise us. When his tattoos are hidden he'll remember our words." "Let her play out this 'lifestyle' of sin and confusion. She'll wake to regret that she questioned our plan."- NO- Appointment of pre-supposed "we know you better" can take what we've lived this long figuring out I've seen what has kept those I love and admire from slicing away all-their-hope-for-this-sick- world - I've come too far, I'm past the point, on you, on us- I'll never turn my back. They'll sew an A to my flesh and I'll use it against their pathetic, embittered façade My pity to fucks who would choke out the flames in a war where delusions confine them to sad compromise.
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