Stained Past

I almost burned down my apartment

Trying to erase the final traces

Of the mistakes that I’ve made.

But my memories only fade,

Like the stupid line tattoo 

That took a year to remove.

What’s been written can’t be changed.

Stains in ink as black as sin,

on the page and on my skin.

Washed in water, purged in flames,

The evidence can be destroyed

But my past can never change.

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