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

i create

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