#2430

You pluck my weaknesses
and use them as daggers,
throwing one insecurity after another at me,
not caring to see if you hit your target.

You forget that I have strengths
that far outshine the pressure
you try to place me under.

Watch me rise higher, higher still,
until you become nothing more
than a vague memory.

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