i pled for your sentences to be reduced,
prayed to every god within you,
until one heard me,
i had never tasted such sour joy
you ripped out the chains,
walked a stright line,
spat on the face of the devil
and lived to tell the tale
but i forgot no one fights for anyone else
like i fight for everybody else,
but me
and again
i'm stuck,
blind for love
but not (love) for myself
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