No tears, just thoughts
Of what if? And if not?
Who I am hates who I've been
But I'm still wrapped up in sin
I'm jealous.
I'm okay.
I'm angry.
Can this all go away?
To take...to hold
It's fake gold
But I won't let go
Struggle.
Fight.
I'm alright.
Most of the time.
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