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Pride

And every time I see the knife
Through your heart,
I feel the blade pierce mine.
I'm sorry I couldn't do more,
I'm sorry I couldn't wipe the tears from your eyes, my hands were full cupping mine.
I see all the guns pointed at your head while my hands hold a flower.
Just take it, my dear. For you gave me nothing but roses and gave poison to the others.
Purse your lips and smile, honey. Rise and conquer.
A sinner you are to a religion you don't belong to. I'm sorry they can't see the world as a rainbow, they were too colourblind.
My heart holds your worries for I know you are tired, dear.
I know what it is like to be tired, which is why I'm here.

- for you.

[ inspired by my friend ]

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