**I** say take these lies from your past; pluck them from their roots
**Crush** them in your hand and throw them into the fire.
**I** say watch the flames lick and swallow the lies up into the hot
**rage** of destruction, as they turn into ash.
**I** say wait for it to cool down, then pick those ashes up
**Watch** them blacken your hands like singed paper
**And** then wash it all off and away until there’s no
**Trace** left. You deserve a new start.
Aug 21, 2017
Aug 21, 2017 at 10:37 PM UTC
**I** say take these lies from your past; pluck them from their roots
**Crush** them in your hand and throw them into the fire.
**I** say watch the flames lick and swallow the lies up into the hot
**rage** of destruction, as they turn into ash.
**I** say wait for it to cool down, then pick those ashes up
**Watch** them blacken your hands like singed paper
**And** then wash it all off and away until there’s no
**Trace** left. You deserve a new start.
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