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The line is shoved through (us), we lost who we were.

Below the bottom, our worth begins to blur

Lick our wounds though they’ll never heal

Kiss the feet of our captors for which we kneel

We only accept the love we think we deserve

We bite the pain we believe that we have earned

Pardon the world and its laws

Despite its people and flaws

Anchored by shackles and ravaged by its claws

The line erodes, we pushed ourselves aside

We live the rot, we begin to eat the lie

We never thought we’d fall so far behind

Drag our knuckles in our own blood wasting time

Desperately dusting old bones

In a room full of corpses alone

This skin was meant to be

Outgrown. We can’t go on.