32.

I want your shadows
I want your nasty, ugly, gross
I want your muck and mire

I want the things you've killed and buried
I want the curses you've made
I want the fires you've started

I want your fear
I want your shame
I want your weakness

I want the things you hate
I want the promises you broke
I want the tears you swallowed down

I want your regrets
I want your rock bottom
I want your suicide

And I will take them all
And wrap them in my sweater
And call them beautiful.