The Outside wants me
To no end
It entices me
And attempts to penetrate
Everything the inside has indoctrinated into my way of life
The Outside wants me
In ways its' never desired another
It falls upon my sensitivity
And begins to trail its' tears
Knowing that this is the type of pain I can't live without
The Outside wants me
To separate myself from security
Becoming a symbol
Forgetting my person
The Outside is going to come into me
Like a bull being wrapped inside an indestructible curtain of red
It will brutalize my innocence
Ripping into the parts of me that are full of complacency
Somehow avoiding what attracted it to me in the first place
The Outside wants me
To actually live before I die
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