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"My Complaint To Life"
You never gave back
what you took from me
the words said wrong,
the chances to be free.
No second drafts.
No roads walked twice.
Just the permanent weight of
every sacrifice.
And what breaks me most-
the time I thought lost,
the wrong people chosen,
the unbearable cost-
Was quietly building
the person I'd need.
Every wound a lesson.
Every loss- a seed.
So take what you must.
Break what must break.
Nothing you buried was ever a mistake.
