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I thought you were a poison
So I avoided you like death.
While doing so, I'd forgotten
To live and to take a breath.
I thought you were a disease
So I drowned myself in pills.
And yet I failed to realise
I wasn't the one who was ill.
I did not want to forgive
To let go of the burning coal.
So, instead I was digging deep
Into my wounds, painful and old.
All I needed was to believe
To open my eyes and see.
If there's anyone left to forgive
Then surely, it is nobody but me.
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