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[whitterjitter]

I am told that looking back is fatal
Falling behind will end it all
But, I'm sure I'm facing forwards
And my run is now a crawl
Because
My shackles were never loosened
And my bonds refused to go
And my head still holds the question
"Should I stay or no?"
And I
Want to rise from bloodied knees
Cut with hopes of shattered glass
Even though the blood's not fresh
There's always comfort in the past
But
My wounds will never get to heal
Scars will never take the place
Of rivers carved by wishful tears
When love and time are put to waste