by Terra L. Fletcher

Created on: September 09, 2010

Reformed

I thought I knew the pain’s reward.

Does the end justify the means?

What if I am left forever, empty?

Something so intrinsically me,

Sliced away without compassion.

Cut off and never regenerated.

Do you see what I give for you?

My whole self, a sacrifice.

Here I am, raw, pure, and true.

Recognize my amputation.

See me as reformed.

Know I am devoted, submissive.

Fill up the emptiness inside.

Complete me before someone

Breaks me. Or fills this void.

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