There was a slowness inside,
a result of the trauma I battled to hide.
Once bitten, a hundred times hesitant.
The venom took hold and fear became resident.
No medicine. No cures.
No affection. Just lures.
Believe me, I tried to draw it from the wound.
You'll shed another skin and I will learn from the pain.
Wiser this time around, I won't get bit again.
It was a matter of pride,
a struggle against all the turmoil inside.
Once bitten, a hundred times hesitant.
Obsession took hold, disdain became evident.
No medicine. No cures.
No affection. Just lures.
Believe me, I tried to draw it from the wound.
You'll shed another skin and I will learn from the pain.
Wiser this time around, I won't get bit again.
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