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My past is a landfill with a halo on top Saints made of bad decisions Versions of me who didn't know better But still swung first I burned the blueprint Then cried when the roof caved in Everything is covered in soot Yet I keep calling it a fresh start Have you ever dressed a wound in glitter? It doesn't work But it photographs well
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
Landfill
My past is a landfill with a halo on top Saints made of bad decisions Versions of me who didn't know better But still swung first I burned the blueprint Then cried when the roof caved in Everything is covered in soot Yet I keep calling it a fresh start Have you ever dressed a wound in glitter? It doesn't work But it photographs well
We dress the wreckage -Sorelle
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Jul 27, 2025
Jul 27, 2025 at 4:48 AM UTC
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