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I start with my fingers, then my toes; carefully tabulating each mistake. Soon I move to my eye lashes; plucking them out one by one. Each hair on my body must go too. Laying them down I organize them, friends I hurt in one pile, enemies I made in another. The head hair reeks of vanity! Things I did wrong is the most vast, taking up half my desk alone. This leaves only the floor on which to place my ***** There go the girls I once loved. Bit by bit I fall apart. Attempting to shed every mistake I remove my skin and of course, because it rhymes, I lose my sin. Next my muscles must go; never used them anyhow. The fat slides off with it. As a chill sets in I think of all the meals and gluttony I’ll miss. I take them all to curb hastily hoping beat the morning man. He’s always so sneaky, thus I watch to be sure. There he is and there they go. Little more than bone and brain I sit and contemplate. It’s all gone now; the whole of my past. “Free at last, free at last!” Or so I thought… I lost myself with my mistakes. Without anything to correct I’ve become all wrong…
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Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
Mistakes
I start with my fingers, then my toes; carefully tabulating each mistake. Soon I move to my eye lashes; plucking them out one by one. Each hair on my body must go too. Laying them down I organize them, friends I hurt in one pile, enemies I made in another. The head hair reeks of vanity! Things I did wrong is the most vast, taking up half my desk alone. This leaves only the floor on which to place my ***** There go the girls I once loved. Bit by bit I fall apart. Attempting to shed every mistake I remove my skin and of course, because it rhymes, I lose my sin. Next my muscles must go; never used them anyhow. The fat slides off with it. As a chill sets in I think of all the meals and gluttony I’ll miss. I take them all to curb hastily hoping beat the morning man. He’s always so sneaky, thus I watch to be sure. There he is and there they go. Little more than bone and brain I sit and contemplate. It’s all gone now; the whole of my past. “Free at last, free at last!” Or so I thought… I lost myself with my mistakes. Without anything to correct I’ve become all wrong…
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Apr 30, 2011
Apr 30, 2011 at 6:41 PM UTC
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