I'll stop scratching your face
Because it's still the same,
You couldn't be erased
On my mind
A tattoo on my skin
Dark, searing with pain
I'm still tired,
I'll throw away my shovel
I'll stop digging this ground
Where I'll bury our past-
Of which is constantly breathing and would always rise up
I'm still tired
Don't let me run
Because no matter what:
I couldn't catch you,
I couldn't hurt you back,
Couldn't be forgotten,
I can't get even
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