END OF EVIL

The last time we speak

I hope you take a hard look at me

And know that I am the same soul

You tried to swallow whole.

You didn’t break me. And I know it’s not the usual poetic sentiment,

But you really didn’t even change me.

You only made certain and defensible

That which I myself, had always known. About myself.

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