When All Else Fails

Mon, 12/08/2014 - 22:44 -- kaminl

My core was corrupted many years ago

by a fiend who krept into me via my right eye

it scampered and planted its many seeds if doubt

so that when it eventually left me, I was unsure of my true value

it took quite some time for my recovery to complete

and even now I cannot say for sure that I am one hundred percent whole

but I don't need any friends or wife to tell me what i'm worth anymore

I know that it's more than gold

because from head to toe, 

inside and out

fiend or no,

am

flawless

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