My heart was just
not a sample,
so it's time
to make you
my example.
Crossed, lost
and trampled,
I will make you
my example.
Hurt never felt
so good,
hurt was never
misunderstood.
Embracing pain
as I walk away,
drowning in sorrow,
and feeling ashamed.
My heart was never
a sample,
I will make you
my example.
Where the triumph
is held high,
I will soon
regain my pride.
Walking away never
felt so good,
I am glad this hurt
was understood.
I will let my pain
be captive,
not by you,
but by my absence.
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