Getting to know you was like wading
in a river filled with nails;
the surface looks so calm and glassy
welcoming and refreshing
but the deeper in I go
the more likely I am to get pierced
by the rusted steel you tell yourself
you’re keeping for protection.
You think that this world is
do or die
kill or be killed
and you can’t see that the majority
of the casualties you loved
have died from your own defenses.

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