I am the only one who can break me
I stand back up every time
With my blood on my hands, my lips, my teeth
Every time I stand back up it's harder to bend my knees than it was the time before
My scabs crack and peel with the effort of moving
Flaky copper flavored debris drifts and floats away from my body
I leave pieces of myself all around me as I walk away
The hole my soul made while leaving my body slowly closes up
While behind me bloody footprints stretch for decades
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