Finding What's Lost

  Forgive me for I will not take your sins on my shoulder. 
I will not put you to ease while I sob on my knees. 
I will not take the blame you knotted inside my hair,  
Every morning having to comb through kinks to see own my beauty. 
I will forget the process in which I learned how to love, 
whether it be from killing a dove, or from the God above. 
I will forget because living with this regret is too much 

Still yet, why do I mourn for your touch?

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[Sir Drift & Mr. Pulse]

How to escape a maze that had no end and you come to realise your back at a beginning? Yes, circles everywhere