You keep pushing me, but I can’t swim.
Is the light that you are supposed to shine that dim?
Words carry a scarring and heavy weight,
are you that blind to the evidence to date?
Don’t suffocate others, because you struggle to breathe.
This will be the cause of your own defeat.
Slowly, but surely I will find the strength to fly
and you will no longer be the reason that I cry
This is me;
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