THE DIRTY PARTS

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Saints aren't a thing.
Everyone makes mistakes.
Nobody's perfect.
We all go through heartache.

I've got my secrets.
And yet you do too.
I see those scars you carry.
I think the scars look good on you.

We can't just go numb.
There's no such thing as "nameless."
But some still hide under the covers with sleeping pills.
Just waiting for life to be painless.

We're this close to extinction.
We all wish the bad stuff would go away.
But no asteroid or disease is gonna wipe us out,
Humans set other humans astray.

We don't let things out,
We let them eat us away.
But who said we deserve it?
Animals don't need to talk anyway.

We've all got dirty parts.
Our icky thoughts branching out in stems.
Everyone's got grey areas.
Some are just better at hiding them...

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