There Writing On My Converse.

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My secrets are here in this dark cold room. your words sear my mind.

Do you understand that I write them on your flesh? On Mine?

Black and white. Fire and Light.

You are so bright in this fight for my life. I read these words and am not the same.

I will always take to blame for not being tame enough to erase the past of you to erase the ink off of your skin.

Maybe you will forgive me.

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