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I'm Not Ready To Kill Him

I am not ready to kill him

The fighter

I am not ready

To let him go

I spent so long

Building him up

It was the only way I could have real confidence

The 10,000 hours of work

I’m not ready

To flush it down the drain

I furiously hold onto

The dream I once had

The vision of who I could become

I’m not ready to let it fade away

I cannot kill him

The writer

The philosopher

thay don't have the stomach to hit him

They don't have the balls to do it

They have the brains

I cannot kill him

I cannot burn him away

I turn to him and say

‘Come back one day.


Come back one day’

So I bury him

For now


Under the soul

And maybe one day

He’ll be resurrected.


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