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Sweet Reprieve

I’ve done a number on a few
I’ve been deep down in the swells of my sins
And those waves touch the beauty that surrounds me
It seems useless, to change if you’ve learned to exist in a miserable way
Patterns pave a way back home
To where it all began
Nothing but mess, and the remains of a past time
It rots like any other dead body
It reeks at my doorstep
Let their tears fall!
They’re coming with
guns and knives to
tear my skin apart
I hold secrets in the crevices of my heart
I’ve cut a piece or two myself, to be sure
We all deserve it, the question is not who
For I’ve lied, I’ve left nasty scars on others
I have them too
But it feels oh so good
Never felt so high
So the cycle goes… it repeats itself
They call it running
They call it avoidance

“You need therapy”

It’s a broken record I’m used to hearing
But I know the hour of judgement is coming
And I call it:
Sweet..sweet reprieve.
Written by Thetravelingfairy
Published
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3/30 NaPo 2025
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