I face the corner
tossed away, back handed slap
I do not fit in.
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You, lie, back- stabber
try to steal my character,
Dishonest people.
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The scraps of my soul
Now discarded in gray ash
Shows me who YOU are.
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Breathe, stay in Goodness
Don’t be influenced by them
Let your own heart rule.