True, I am toxic;
Open the door,
Drop to the floor...
But then what is not,
When breathing is too?
There is no freedom;
What you perceive as
The lesser of evils
Turns out the best
You are ever receiving
I am a monster,
A being who wants to
Carve its own trace
And time wins the race...
If living's an art
Then its truths are dark
Like this one you need to remember:
To leave something lasting,
A powerful mark,
You embed it deep in a scar
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