You don't know me
Nor do you want to
I am the epitime of your existance
The thorn in your side
You don't know how
You've damaged me
But I am better than you
You'd clipped my wings
And caged me in your misery
But I will fly away from here
Like an angel, although
There is no Heaven
Or peace of mind
Not for either of us
Armed with my pride,
I Am Symbolic.
 
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