I’m writing all these little words

to get over guilt and shame

and all the years of being hurt

but never crying out in pain.

For every single time I’ve suffered,

I will write another line

until every crime’s been uttered

and I can own them, though they’re not mine.

Every bad thing ever done

and every heart that has been broken

I will bring into the sun

And scream victory for me and those softer spoken.

And when my work is at last complete,

and every crime accounted for,

happiness won’t have to be discreet

and you and I won’t be sad anymore.


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