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Believe this
As you convalesce:
I'm seasick.
I'm bleeding from open sores.
Four days ago, you said soon
That we'd hit sh*re...
And finally, we've found this land.
For all the gifts the people give,
blood beaches and severed hands
Is what we return.
I'm kind of nauseous.
Either I don't like this,
Or I'm still seasick...
And I find it hard,
It's so hard, I'm finding out
You're a liar again...
No, I never said enough...
You gave me what was never yours.
You know what? I don't want it.