You said it, putting it into words. I'll hold
You to your promise, that
You won't turn your back on me, even though I turn mine on
You. Because
You agreed to this abuse.
You sweat in agony over the choice
You made, when I couldn't make one. It was
You who made it all possible, and
You who made it all actual, and
You who made it all mine. So I'll take everything from
You. I have nothing. But
You are an endless fountain. Since I have whatever belongs to
You, I have the scars
You bear, and I have the voice to thank
You for all those things
You give me.
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