Our hair grew, and our hearts wilted.
We took beauty and filled it with drugs until emaciated,
We found ourselves lying broken in the dark.
All of it seemed a bit funny yet the laughter bled,
Into a hollow place.
Gray now and wondering, I work to pay penance,
Yet the end will not come.
Arrogant still, I refuse to forgive us … forgive myself.
I’ve seen purgatory and it does not want to let me go.
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