My claw-marked soul is not up for sale yet
For the weight of daily dread sits less heavy,
Today feels a little bit lighter, little bit brighter,
A mind is half out of hell, halfway into heaven
Fewer prays are said to ease self-inflicted guilt,
And anyway, God must be sick of the sight of me.
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