Corruption is inside my head,
Dead is led that sticks when I walk
With you, strength is a crippled sound
Inside me—leaning is not the same as
Trusting, darkness hovered all those days,
Hours of anguish you were in them,
The culture wants me to stand, to
Yell, to shout, to raise my voice
For myself, to put selfless on the
Shelf, but let me revisit the place
Called sit, out the window my soul
Goes low—to the sky I proclaim
I am not worthy to breathe you in,
I am not worthy again—wreck me
With what is true—my duty is to
See your beauty—let me look upon

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