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There's a line of scares down your back and it's embarrassing. Shameful even for you. It's a modern crucifixion that keeps bleeding from your back to your legs, behind your knees and to your feet. I'm always standing in a puddle of blood and always leaving footprints wherever I go. It's simply a reminder: Don't make the same mistakes. And everyone can smell your shame. The history of me is already running down my legs. Shame Shame Shame It looks strange when you see it like that and I'm not used to it. It's right there. My shame is right there. From the top of my back running down to my legs and then finally, Finally, Out.
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Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC
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There's a line of scares down your back and it's embarrassing. Shameful even for you. It's a modern crucifixion that keeps bleeding from your back to your legs, behind your knees and to your feet. I'm always standing in a puddle of blood and always leaving footprints wherever I go. It's simply a reminder: Don't make the same mistakes. And everyone can smell your shame. The history of me is already running down my legs. Shame Shame Shame It looks strange when you see it like that and I'm not used to it. It's right there. My shame is right there. From the top of my back running down to my legs and then finally, Finally, Out.
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Dec 26, 2021
Dec 26, 2021 at 12:50 PM UTC
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