Cycle

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I am uncontrollable
Impervious to your words
Shielded from the actions

You are persistent
Unyielding to my pleas
Unaffected by the signs

We are rolling
Bounding down the steep
The grip we hold on one another leading us to the pit

Cries echo off boulders, and pierce the air
But the signals are unfelt, unperceived
In the ears of the eternally composed

I am broken
Now you finally choose to believe:
We are not made of steel, and are more vulnerable than the world may want to see.





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