we know not whether to hate ourselves,
or those who used us. me, they shoved
me down, they pressed me into service,
tortured me by torturing, pushed me
too far, drew blood with their efforts.
and i, i too was driven, driven to betray,
crying with every beat, i fell under the
pressure, was pounded into submission.
we, we were forced into betrayal, no
choice but to submit, and draw tragic tears. Ω
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