I force myself to love live every day
For if I don't I'm just the copy of my parents clay
And to what a form they molded me
Beaten into a pulp, with scars so deep
Cast with an iron will and with such force I never knew
Now I'm out of the kiln
Broken and stitched to their will

I repair myself, again and again
I mold till the child is gone and I'm anew
What sweet patina I've already lost
Never to be touched again
Never to lose hope
For losing it would mean they'll win
I force myself to love everything so hopelessly
For this love's should not mold you in the fire
It should stroke and nestle on you
Your warmth should be the only desire

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