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These days I get lost more often that not In a labyrinth of escaping echos, They belch out obscene words, each one left Behind like red hot embers for me to pick up. I strip myelf bare before you today, to say: I will not be outshined, I will not  be swallowed whole, not by any of the black holes you hurl towards me like shooting stars (Come now dear, close your eyes and make a--) Wishes don't come true by wishing. You don't scare me, don't you see? The monster under my bed I used to hide from-- its just a part of your hurricane heart I get it now,  now that time has healed those scars, leaving  in its place opalescent stars-- You,  you were just the by-product of tear-stained pillows and  the (not so) occasional broken bottle I strip myself bare before you today, to say: I'm sorry. I'm sorry my monsters were gaping mouths and mocking eyes, and yours-- yours were tangible fury and broken bones slurred words and hollow tones I'm so so sorry.   I strip myself bare before you today to tell you:  I forgive you.
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
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These days I get lost more often that not In a labyrinth of escaping echos, They belch out obscene words, each one left Behind like red hot embers for me to pick up. I strip myelf bare before you today, to say: I will not be outshined, I will not  be swallowed whole, not by any of the black holes you hurl towards me like shooting stars (Come now dear, close your eyes and make a--) Wishes don't come true by wishing. You don't scare me, don't you see? The monster under my bed I used to hide from-- its just a part of your hurricane heart I get it now,  now that time has healed those scars, leaving  in its place opalescent stars-- You,  you were just the by-product of tear-stained pillows and  the (not so) occasional broken bottle I strip myself bare before you today, to say: I'm sorry. I'm sorry my monsters were gaping mouths and mocking eyes, and yours-- yours were tangible fury and broken bones slurred words and hollow tones I'm so so sorry.   I strip myself bare before you today to tell you:  I forgive you.
You know who you are. I've stopped running from your ghost, now why don't you?
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Apr 9, 2016
Apr 9, 2016 at 9:41 PM UTC
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