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Catriona Keith

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To write one hundred hopeful words every day for one hundred days


You are weak and you know it.

That’s why you crave control

You’re sick and in denial

So you seek a kind sweet soul

You want a crutch to hop on

You want a bag to hit

You want to blame somebody

So you treat a girl like shit

It’s not your fault, you’re broken

A lost and wounded lad

Your daddy left your mummy

So it’s okay to be bad

You met your match now honey

She’s too good for you, too strong

She’s sick of dragging your dead weight

And soldiering along

She never was your mummy

Your angel or your nurse

There to make you better when

You kept behaving worse

The Queen in shining armour

Is free of you at last

The slogan on her t-shirt

Inhale the future, exhale the past.

Inhale the future, exhale the past