A Taurean
Breathing words and bleeding letters
I can die for the brushstrokes of love
It is indeed my religion
Overstaying on emotions is my habit
But I overcome to my own surprise
People who take advantage of me
Fine-tuning and adapting to demeanour
Which oozes blasphemy and shame
That's my second nature and personality
I survive that and chuckle about it
If I see the glint of a knife
You are going to push through my back
I promise, the pain you will feel
Will leave you scarred and blemished forever
Much worse than whatever happened to me.
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