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On Archetypes
1/19/24
I was carved in the image of devotion.
The sacrificial lamb that leads itself to the slaughter
Ever so willing to lay myself down at the feet of my beloved,
for the pleasure of their consumption.
And I believe that must've been a flaw in my design,
perhaps a sickness inherent,
because I relish in the joys of martyrdom for a cause
who's contours nobody can define and who's name
nobody will remember
I was carved in the image of devotion
And I'm still thinking about the last
conversation that we had.
You said you cared but you didn't care
that much
And I felt embarrassed at the intensity of my character