It wasn't nearly enough,
never has been,
never will.
I can pretend all I like
but the truth
is sewn to my side,
stitched in time
and pain.
Embedded into everything
I do,
or don't.
And even if I pull the thread,
the scars they give me away,
till the world
turns it's back.
Left out in the cold
because I wanted more.
Yet not nearly enough.
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