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When I fell, I was
pushed by invisible hands
No
gun
knife
axe
ever to be found

Unseen struggle, as I was
shoved towards the precipice
No
blood
witnesses
fingerprints
ever to be found

The weapon of your choice
-cold, calculated words
And now you think me dead
lost to the world

But you could not know;
your previous deadly throws…
-luck didn’t save my soul
Wings took form on my back; I evolved,
and am now lost to you,Β forevermore

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(TextΒ©SurvivedNarc)
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