Excuses, however many it takes as long as they convinces me at the time that it's all alright, I hold on to them tight, excuses get me through and give me reasons to accept when I'm losing the fight. It's all I got to hold on to at the end of each unforgivable day, after everything else has been stripped away, My excuses stay, to make me accept that I'm a mistake and it's okay to pretend I'm okay. Excuses, they have become the only tool I have left hanging at my belt, excuses for why I'm hurting and why its not my fault the pains felt, and forget the pain that I've dealt. Through all of my rights and wrongs I know what they say excuses are for, and that's a fact I try to ignore, my excuses are excuses that wish I didn't have to use anymore.
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