Stained
From day to day, we wash ourselves clean,only to be tainted with the soils of the day.
Oh how we have tried to scrub the sinful prints of the past, only to fail from first to last.
Though my past seem to haunt my future, I was cheated out of my childhood, and not given a chance to sustain my own beauty.
Now here I lie, beaten and battered, torn and worn, by the sins of someone else's solitude.
They say there is a dark side to everyone, and a shade to every tree, but why does this stain continue to haunt me.
Be honest with yourself and embrace your past, or you soon may find yourself living your last days, in remorse and constant torture,
embrace yourself or you too, will be stained.
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