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(Those pages)

Seem to write themselves

Minute after minute

Year after year

One blow after the other

Pages in the resume

Layers of shit

And it seems

That the only reason to write is to be engraved

To know somehow

That you’ve been immortalized

That you meant something to someone

To be real

Flesh and blood

Just for a moment

To ride

Only half the light

Daughter of rahab

Asked with all her vanity

To claim responsibility for those heart

Shall fall into her hands

Wishing to hold on to the chokehold

Gracefully held for a three years eternity

So now I sign with your own sword just to remind

That for now and forever you’ll be alone

Not a revenge

Not even a payback

Just to remind you

Exactly what you are