Sympathy Magic

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Memory fails me.

Names and faces blur.

There is only after or before.

Am I so different? Have I changed? I do not recognize my face.

The scar fades, but pulls inside, tugging at me all the time.

Chewing on a feeling and spitting it out.

Crouched in a ball gown.

Anxious and ashamed.

The vague humiliations of faith.

I do not find worthiness in virtue. I no longer try to be good.

It didn't keep me safe like you told me that it would. So come on, tear me wide open.

A terrible gift. Let the chorus console me.

Sympathy magic.

And light coming in the window just so.

And the wind through my fingers, the only God that I know.

And it does not want me on my knees to believe.

Head high, arms wide. Aching, aching, aching.

And alive.

And alive.

So I don't have to be worthy. I no longer try to be good.

It didn't keep me safe like you told me that it would. So come on, tear me wide open. 'Til

I'm losing my mind. 'Til I cannot contain it.

La-da, la-da, da-da-da.

So come on, come on, I can take it. Give me everything you've got.

What else?

What else?

What else?

What else?

So come on, come on, I can take it. Give me everything you've got.

What else?

What else?

What else?

What else?

Sympathy magic.

Sympathy magic.

So come on, come on, I can take it.

Sympathy magic. Sympathy magic.

So come on, come on, I can take it.

Come on, come on, come on. Sympathy magic. Come on, come on, come on.

Sympathy magic. Come on, come on, come on. Sympathy magic.

Come on, come on, come on. Sympathy magic.