bittersweet flavor overwhelms my mouth
the truth-inevitable as the day succumbs to the night sky
a choice to be made- and even death leads the way, tempting me
but i digress.
hate and rage seems to be my older sister;
i don't want to listen but i can't drown out her screeching banter
i want separation between myself and "home"
i want to rewrite my history but i can't seem to escape where i came from
i can at least pretend to have amnesia.
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