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Finding Out What Dreams Are Worth
I think I’m ok with how things turned out, I’m still left to look back and wonder now. Only God knows the things I put in the ground. The thoughts and demons I keep pulling round, I can’t push em out and they can’t pull me down.
I don’t know if I would do it different from what I’m doing now but there’s things I did I swear to god I never meant to, but when every option feels dirty to you, and someone hands you the gun and says “what’s this shit worth to you” there’s regret, hurt, and scars from the dirty things you do. You push it down but it lives and tears through
It’s the scars that make me afraid to take my shirt off, but I got through, it’s staring at a reflection you don’t recognize, I’ve done that too. It’s wiping the blood off your face and saying “you’ll be fine” when you know that’s not the truth. If you don’t get what I’m talking about, it’s ok your not meant too, but when life hands you a choice, you find out what shits worth to you.
