Have you crossed over from your world,
And bounced back into one where things are not handed to you,
On a silver platter?
A thousand miles of broken glass won't show you,
Nor torture devised by some super computer,
Or cannibalism in its most lively degree,
Because you'll still be just her,
Who won't release things at their earliest convenience.
That makes a pain that yet shields you from more.
Expose yourself at every point of your being,
And you'll understand what your mechanisms are for.
They're for when you're not alright,
When the most severe is happening to you,
And you can only find release by shutting down,
Not by doing what it is you always do.
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