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I can't believe I've gone this far.
I can't even remember the start.
But, I'll always remember the 'why'
With all these holes in my heart.
And my thoughts are still stained
From all that was dirt.
As I try to scrub them away
I'm left raw and shaking
With bristled hurt.
Yet, I still work hard trying to mop up my mess;
I try to get clean but,damn,these cracks
Cause so much duress.
This grit is down deep,
Waxed over with an oh so fake shine,
As I tried to build it up with buffers
Just so I can say,"Oh, I'm fine".
But today I'm strippin' through the layers-
I'm usin' new technique.
As I'm gettin' toward the bottom of things
I'm feelin' this that's unique:
ME.
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...to the beach
