the near rhyme poem

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My success is invisible

Sometimes I get nonverbal,

thinking about your poisonous words

and you're deadlier lies.


And yet, I'm still the one that sees you,

That sees through,

Believe me, I tried to do,

All of it, 

by myself.


Call it what you want

I cant conform to your font.

You don't get to tear down these walls,

Like all your ghostly haunts.

No not anymore,

This is a happy story.

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