The things that stay.
I don't know
what is worse for me
being carefree
or being beastly
I've taken a blow
I've paid the fee
for the darkest side of me
I don't show
nor do I agree
with the things in which I flee;
But they remain my cargo
they always stay with me
and keep me from what I could be
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