The Broken Ones

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They water us 

and claim it love

Our heads bob

and slip under

Drowning in their love

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We learn to breathe 

under water

Our bodies

saturated in their love

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Constant torture

Disguised as love

A calculated distraction

A conscious diversion

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Bruised and battered

Crumpled bodies

Unable to move

Surrounded by darkness

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A comforting darkness,

Almost friendly,

The closest to kindness

we've known

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And they are watching,

waiting

Malevolently salivating

for their finale

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All look to our soul

To its waning flame

That refuses to be

extinguished

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Our flame,

Our soul

Still remains

Despite it all

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That light inside us

Mocks them

and their entire 

existence

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We are not

the broken ones

We are the survivors

The Warriors

 

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