Corrections

If I could I’d cut
Pieces of the past
And watch them fall
Like paper to the floor
And then walk past
I’d wite-out and scratch out
Nights where I passed out
If I had my way
I’d erase all the mistakes
I’d start fresh
With whatever’s left

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