Lessons
Let the rain pour down on me.
Let it was away my shame
Cause I can't stand to look down
at myself and see my mistakes laid out like
angry red welts on my skin
and see the dark raised edges of my scars,
Lessons-
learned the hard way.
Life isn't punishment and reward nor is it
pleasure and pain .
It's a series of blind decisions with
a consequence for every choice.
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