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Release in a Breath

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Release in a breath...

Feel the world go away.

Your worries that consume you...the mysterious mists of the mind...
Frustration, disappointment, irrational love and hate.
What are you trying to achieve?
What are you trying...to obtain?

Give up and you die.
Give in and you "dream": a state of groggy half-living that leaves you unfulfilled.
Good luck with that, starry-eyed girl.

.................

This is my last message.
My last attempt at breathing, because you let me drown in you.
You forced me out, purged your soul, broke away from who you were.

I am the part of you
That you don't like.

Do you think you can escape me?
Do you think I've gone away?
You've abused me, beaten me, expressed your rage and hate.
You despise this part of you.
You can't stand
Me.

Do you know how that feels, "Starlight"?
Do you know how that feels?

You speak of abandonment...
Your hypocrisy abounds.
You left me behind, somewhere on the sand.

This part of you is vital!
I matter, don't I?
Stop ignoring me.
Stop it, please.

You're breaking my heart,
And your own in the process.

For the love of gods that don't exist...

Please, don't break me.

Don't leave me on the sand.

.................

But don't you realize
I don't need you now?

I was born on the sand,
So I could reach for the stars.

Whatever I was before
Doesn't matter anymore.
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AcidicCook's avatar
Conquer your enemies comes in many rewards:

Conquer another man is fine
Conquer the world is kind
Conquer the self is inner man
Harder, yet softer than the other two
Another man is only great, if qualities better in the combat of chosen battlefields
The world takes time, goals that require constant patience that may lead die
The conquer of the self depends how much of you is ripe
If you can kill something of a troubling side, then perhaps you were always just fine
I wonder, though, why it remained so long?
Is it for nostalgia of pain, lust, or love?
Or were you suppressed, took time to find solution to final?
Or did you hold it to face strife, than strung it on kite,
Until the storm took it to light?