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tears fall a heavy speed
but they will never quell your courage.
the stones they throw
the lies they tell
the hate that eats away at their very bieng
do not dispair, your time will come.
empathize for their lack of human compassion
the windows of opportunity,
the doors are far beyond their grasp until they learn
until they see that they were wrong.
what you have acheived without them
these friends and lovers who tried to drag you down to their level
and succeeded to strengthen your resolve.
they never understood the burden that you carried all alone
and yet, perhaps they did.
the burden of hiding tears, holding your head high when life tried to crush you
there is no respesct, no reward, no courage in surrender
they may have well saved your life.
thank them for they have prepared you for the future
they may never be prepared for pain, loss,and humiliation the way you were.
there is no anger or resentment
and yet no sense of accomplishment
in a muffled victory, glory,
the aureole state of bieng was, has and always will be
your own personal lily, guilded by your passions and
polished by the blood caused by the blows of words
that carved out a pound of flesh, while they laughed.
the sweat that accumulated after every attempted escape
from them, from the pain, from what they made you.
the apathetic monster they attempted to mold you into.
to make you like them, so that you hurt like them, so that you projected
all your hatred and all your fears just like they did.
and the silent tears that streamed in aeonian rivers
that accompanied the frigid truth and spawned tangible barriers
so that the tunnel seemed to have no perceptible luminance.
the true comfort meant to be a punishment, which eroded every wall
every blockade, every ivory tower created to hide your presence
while you cowered
tasting naught but the salt of your own tears and aware of nothing but
the byproduct of your own pathetic cowardice.
it was the tears that saved you from the pain
the pain that saved your from the future
and it was them who saved your from yourself.
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