When I was about fifteen I decided that I was a bad person

It was the only thing that made sense for my treatment

And ever since I tried to repent for what I couldn’t remember doing

Putting felonies on misdemeanors and sentencing myself to a life of stealth

Hiding as to not cause jest

It’s left me weak and battering in the wind as it whistles between the holes you left me

Don’t look into the past is screamed and it’s finally become clear

That you just didn’t want me to look back and find

That I was normal.

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