diffidentiae

 

you are the martyr, I am the curse

stuck inside this treasure bearing my feelings of rancor and enmity

If it’s meant to be, it will be.

 

For now I will lay still

and amass that which makes me powerful

So I no longer need my martyr, so I no longer need you.

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