Mistakes
The mistakes I've made,
have burned inside me,
they've changed me in so many ways.
Like a melting ice cube full of poison.
Coursing through my blood and
contaminating it with its deadly venom.
Leaving me paralyzed and hopeless.
Then there's a light, at the end of a tunnel.
But I'm no farther out than in.
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