it’s a finite
sequence of choices one filthy deed
after another no-one said it was
going to be easy but does it have to
be this hard? you won’t catch me
complaining Christ knows I’m not
complaining I’m just marking
time counting broken promises and licking open wounds
I cut myself on your mirror its shards cast fractured reflections of what could have should have might have been seen through your distortions I couldn’t recognize my face oh, I
have made mistakes everyone makes mistakes but I’m
not the man you painted with your faulty
kaleidoscope
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