I was breathing in the cold air,
rings,
fog like,
and I was working hard to show you that my heart was bigger and bolder and more open than others,
but you should have known,
you should not have picked me apart,
you knew I would go down and come up swinging,
time and again,
so you left me out to dry,
and I never, ever,
took your weaknesses and made patches,
not even now
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