One way

​The guilt is finally washing off my back

Grime sliding into the abyss
Everytime I shave my head, it releases 

Me, rips the confined cage open

Leaving my ribs exposed to clarity 

And purity
I don’t need to reminess and hold myself hostage to what happened to me or what I did

I don’t need to wish myself into a better hell anymore
This takes strength, not that I never trip, but I get back up running

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