
Fighti
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Since the beginning of this lock down
My barriers have been brought down
Me and my own thoughts, no distractions of a route out.
No emotional cop outs.
memories with no crop outs
Learning more about myself like a class I can't drop out
Absorbing all of my wrongs, resolving all of my rights
Unpacking dark memories and turning on the lights
The shadows are in sight
Which gave me new insight
As I knuck cuz I'm bucked with demons ready fight
This moment is nothing nice
But this clarity could suffice
I'm rolling with these punches but I'm gonna need some ice.
Can I call it self infliction
Mental locked in submission
S&M not my kink but dammit I'm taking whippings
Biting and gritting
Me in my home with my writtens
Listing what I am missing
Solidify my convictions.
About the Creator
Anthony Anthem
Podcaster, Adventurer, Dreamer and much more with stories that sometimes make sense and sometimes to be honest they don't?




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