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That highway. that hospital room. that car stuck on an endless carousel 

You walk off just fine, im stuck with bite marks in my flesh

I can't stomach your picture without feeling guilt in the deepest caverns of my essence

I can never be clean

I can never forgive

This is gods mistake and eternal devotion 

 
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