I flush away these damned mistakes;
Spill them out and watch them fade.
Pull my hair back, scream them out-
Get them up and wash them down.
Spinning, spinning, faster still..
“I’ll be strong, I swear I will.”
Deeper, deeper, dead black hole..
Mistakes, intake, self-control.
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I like this Jessy.........I like the rhythm of it. Great job. Sincerely, Mary