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I’m ready for new beginnings,
But truth hides in my hesitations’
If I meant it, I wouldn’t cling so fast
To echoing ghosts stitched into the past.
All those fabricated lies consume me,
Like that expensive perfume that once corroded me nd my thoughts .
that perfume
it didn’t just sit on your skin,
it lived in the room.
It clung to my clothes
like the way your name clings to my throat
when I try to talk about healing.
Engulfed.
That’s what I was.
Not in love
in illusion.
And still,
still,
some part of me wants to believe
you didn’t mean to break me.
It was an accident .
But how when accidents don’t leave fingerprints,
On the person I used to be .
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