Some words just dont come out right, they stick in the air like a mess you can't clean. No eraser for your chalk, no white-out for your mistake...it stains your eyes of a bad memory, washes your ears with insults from a constant reminder. You bathe in it's presence, under it's watchful eye that laughs, in tears of remorse...you cry. You dont cry
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