sorrow 

take my sorrows, throw them in my face. I know I’ve been a mess. my flaws, take them all, make me think less. punch me in the face, strip me of everything. most of it was poison. take it and burn it. burn all my old habits, burn who I pretended to be. get me back to that place. where I wasn’t lost, where I could see. 

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