How I Became Me

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A drop of love, with a bitter twist
A loving touch, on my burning wrist
A kind word, uttered in shame
A twisted gift, while I was in pain

A wise guide, destroying my pride
A knowledgable teacher, evil inside
A poem’s love, covered in glass
A complement shared, to never last

A splatter of love, a heartbreak ocean
A subtle wink, between the commotion
A guardian angel, with her demon friend
A friendship blood, cuts that never mend

I became me, while you quietly slept
I became me, ignored while I quietly wept
I became me, the sum of you all
I became me, always standing tall

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