(looking to develop this piece)
Today I got rid of my sheets
Was tired of seeing the stains
You left for me to stare at
I washed myself clean
of the mess you made of me
I let you get the best of me
Now I am fresh and pure without you
This is my clean slate
This is my blank canvas
and I will control every mark on my own
now
You will no longer be a part of me
I dust the dirt off my shoulder
Another day done and
I'm a little bit older
But you're still behind me,
You're getting colder
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