Flaw Salad

You whisper from the shadows of each new face. Remember me, remember me. Of course. How could I forget?

No matter how far or fast I run, you follow. 

Every mistake feels like you again. Every success feels like you again. 

I want something new again.

This refrain is tired. This story is told.

I scour the annals of my mind, but I cannot rid myself of you. 

Get out! Get out!

How many words will it take to get you out?