This poem is written in blood because I can only be me.

I seek
Only to live
Walking in my own shoes
Living my life in my own way
Such as
It is
Boxes are not for me fitting
In them impossible
Bits hang out cause

To make bits fit
Causes pain and hurt cries
Emanate from Source of Being
Comes at the end of time sorrow
Taken up in glory
Now we suffer
To live

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