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Writer's pictureAlixx Black

Escapril Day 17: power

You looked up to me, what a shame

You had me on a pedestal, I’m not to blame

You wanted me to be perfect, how rude

You demanded my silence, what was I to do

You needed me to be your guide, why

You expected me to be everything, right?


You held me up like a god and wanted me to rise in your thirteenth hour

Did you forget that I’m just a person and never asked for that much power?



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