I've got threads pulling me
wound round my hands
The thread of narcissism
The thread of weakness
The thread of accusation
I will be free
Break
Cry
Die
In the old story,
I'm both the Pharisee and sinner
I'm both the accused and the accuser
It's all inside of me.
Vulnerability
It should spring from security
But for me it springs from insecurity
Springs from the need to be free.
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