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[onmyownbleeding]

im not trying to be clean for once in my life.
been spotless and found it hurried.
worried and let the rotten mess get in.
got rid of the infection, but was left with the rest and a whole lot explaining to do.
so i moved.
see me, lame, blamed the dirt for the dust and the issues.
the mess that continued to destroy my life.
perspective and what i saw, got in a fire fight over what was right.
clean the mess or get rid of dirt in my life.
all the things that make me worthy held me down, got fed up,and switched sides.
i lost the fight but gained sight of the reasons i hide.
the dirt is what has made my life.
foundation for my righteousness as well as blunders, my ignorance and inspired wonder, what grows above needs something solid under.
thunder clap.
bullet scraps against my mind.
i am clean just fine.
dirty as hell, but clean just fine.
i got to see that silly side of me die, with cleans hands, unaccomplished plans, and no real idea of what it meant to smile.
my clothes are dirty, i am covered outside.
but i am clean, shiny, new, and fine.
i am worth the dirt, the flowers, and fruits of my life