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We all have that thing
The thing we hide,
the thing we haunt,
the one we shame
ourselves for
in the quiet,
after the noise dies down.
But that thing
is the most human part
of you
Of me.
Of all of us.
Our flaws
fuel our cravings.
Our cravings
birth more flaws.
That’s the trap.
The cycle.
The loop in the system.
The thing the ones-who-know
nod about,
in rooms where truth sits heavy
but unspoken.
We’re all looking for a way out.
A vent.
A vein.
A canvas.
A bottle.
A brick wall.
Some seek release in creation.
Some in destruction.
they’re twins in a mirror.
One can’t live
without the other.
You don’t build
without breaking.
You don’t write
without bleeding.
You don’t breathe art
without choking on ash.
this is the god and devil
we talk about
as if they were separate.
As if heaven and hell
don’t sleep in the same bed.
the alibi we give our chaos.
the permission slip
to ignore the war inside
and call it divine.
creation is destruction.
Destruction is creation.
that is what it means
to be human.
To hold both fire and seed
in the same trembling hand.
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