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The cooling stings give me solace the tears pat me dry allowing me to let my flames diminish the relief of letting go pains me each forgiveness bleeds into my very skin and leaves only black ink that which only darken my soul I hide my markings hoping no one sees my charcoal tattoos But I know they see they ash I choke on the wisp of the ink my teeth are charred with forgiveness Why can't I let go? I try but I fall back into place I've woken up from falling for eternity but the ink still remains "I've been too sweet." I rise taking off my hood and put on a glass mask "now those f@%*#@& will pay" I was a slave to myself allowing others to manipulate my sins and pull my strings Well this sheep has rotted out of her bleeding wool
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Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
Water washes away my wool
The cooling stings give me solace the tears pat me dry allowing me to let my flames diminish the relief of letting go pains me each forgiveness bleeds into my very skin and leaves only black ink that which only darken my soul I hide my markings hoping no one sees my charcoal tattoos But I know they see they ash I choke on the wisp of the ink my teeth are charred with forgiveness Why can't I let go? I try but I fall back into place I've woken up from falling for eternity but the ink still remains "I've been too sweet." I rise taking off my hood and put on a glass mask "now those f@%*#@& will pay" I was a slave to myself allowing others to manipulate my sins and pull my strings Well this sheep has rotted out of her bleeding wool
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16/F/Colorado
Jan 10, 2019
Jan 10, 2019 at 3:50 PM UTC
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