Impaled
I inhale the pain
Watch the blood rain
As I pull your knife from my back
For the heresy
But now they listen to me
Should’ve known better than to doubt
But now is the time for finding out
Just another feather in my cap
Perhaps
Or just more clout
I don’t care anymore
Just let me escape to my redoubt
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There comes a point in every ascent when you realize not everyone is meant to rise with you. It is not cruelty. It is not abandonment. It is simply the truth of altitude: some people cannot breathe where you are going. Some people cannot tolerate the clarity you’ve earned. Some people cannot follow you into a life that no longer requires your disappearance.
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Boldly and brilliantly expressed
Powerful stuff AH. Great job.
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Sometimes I find my own head spinning just as you have expressed so powerfully here. You didn't listen to me before, why would you start listening to me now? What do I know????