the first mistake was believing I needed anyone at all

Blood across my knuckles and scars all up my legs 

Strength shown in discourse 

 

A clean soul is damaged more than you’d think 

 

It won’t be until the day that I die

That you feel that freedom 

That weight off your heart

 

Until then

 

I’ll keep you down

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amanda.gladstone@ucalgary.ca
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