I killed a few,
Remembered many,
Instead of time,
I had a penny,
And yet I found
That words can’t heal
The wounds so deep
Within the skin I peel.
I fought you all,
But lost so little,
Inside my gut
I’m all but brittle.
Forget me not,
Spoken out loud,
Forgive me still,
Give me my cloud.

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