I bite my tongue
and taste my blood.
I scar my skin
and watch the flood.
I love the pain
engulfed in my vein.
An identity I was given
without my permission.
I don't want recognition,
I want a new
definition
of me.
-HIRAYA.
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PoetryBetween sunsets and sunrises are a bunch of poems that may mean nothing or may mean everything. Between sunsets and sunrises I am not afraid of the dark, I am fond of it. Part II of The Zeros. Made it to the wattys shortlist!
