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Poetry as History. History as Catharsis. Catharsis as Poetry.

hero

you showed me how to hate myself
you showed me how to love

my weapons arrayed against myself
laid out the night before

you showed me all is new again
you showed me some things never change

you showed me the math
you showed me some letters

i need to be my own hero
i need to find a way to keep myself above
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