Sweat and tears wasted on
youthful indiscretions,
unnecessary devastation.
This blood on my hands is my own!
I'm a sinking ship, here I go:
my unwavering affinity
for treachery leaves me
ever so lost at sea.
But I swear, there's
virtue in this self defeat!
I'm flying black sails forevermore.
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