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Twelve years ago I gave up on myself
A life half lived too harsh for words
A word so young it had barely left creations tongue
Ten years ago I built a wall around my heart
Where lovers came to pray for me
Wailing about the holy land beyond their reach
Eight years ago I tried to live again
Build a picket fence and a perfect home
A home so fresh we left palm prints in the paint as we made love
Six years ago I laid myself to rest within our ashes
Never ending embers sparked by the smallest wind
flames so harsh they burned sailing ships and toppled forests
Four years ago I woke to a violent nightmare
An abusive alarm ringing in my womb
leaving a crimson hue to settle on the day’s horizon
Two years ago I reclaimed my life
Took down the wall and left millions faithless
A shame so filthy the dust will never settle
Because twelve years ago I gave up on myself
And two years ago I found myself lying dead amongst these pages