These are the stories we tell. We know the beginnings so well, but the endings don't justify means, so we nail a cross to every scene. We point to our wounds just like they were our friends, and the movies run like headlines, in the lies I defend. I don't want to carry my grave to my bed, so it is time to bury the dead This is the picture I see; the hero I'm trying to be I clutch at him hoping to save, but he slips through my grasp to his grave. This is the death of the start. This is the starting of me.
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