The Apple

i have enough trouble
holding myself back,
and i can’t afford you
suppressing me further.

if the truth weren’t forbidden,
i’d cut you with verbal realities.

why do you think i’m this way?

you gave up, too.

guess i was born for this:
to evade the new.

you gave up trying,

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