when no amount
of
adulation
matters anymore
and
you just put duct tape
on your wounds
(knowing they're
just one
scar
away from
pouring out your soul)
when you pray God
forgiveness
from heaping
all your
personal retribution
upon the world,
when you crawl back
to this mound of sorrows
(which is me) and
trip
on
the curb,
you won't even hear
the claps of praise
anymore,
because you would have the prize:
you
would have me.
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