Desperate to leech,

Make this your life.

Practice what you preach,

Just to live in strife.

Shades of pain,

It’s a matter of degrees.

Claw my skin again,

Just to make you agree.

Aid came in the pit,

Held my own ribs at sunrise.

Saw myself as the culprit,

Of all I despise

Out of the shade,

I rise from this Styx.

Seeing of what I was made,

Love and empathy was the mix.

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