Merge-Emerge\ The silent Fight


Sometimes I wonder how I came to be

I recall a lost soul, no form of identity

or opinion because it was not required of me.

So here I am, fighting this fight, shaving my head,

inking my arm and slashing my clothes.

Because it feels good to know

who I am is not who they wanted me to be.


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