I tell myself truths that wear the times,
I coach myself through my pine,
I say it will all grow to be fine.
You tell yourself what should be of worth,
You coach yourself to go forth,
You say nothing will pull me away from my oath.
What I found from years gone by,
Was devastation within my soul,
Where I find,
A reservoir of weakness,
That I had locked in secret.
Splashed across my spirit,
The lock broke,
Left me split,
I fought for strength despite it.
To each his own,
But to me, myself,
I'm done with the proximity of the intimates.
So finders beware,
The keeper has been kept.
I am my own.
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