The poem
I fucked up. Properly.
I've got receipts for the lot,
made choices so bad
even hindsight said, "What the fuck?"
But one shitty chapter
doesn't get the whole damn book,
and I'm not staying guilty just because
somebody wants me stuck.
I owned it, I learned,
I stopped making that mistake,
dragged myself forward
even when I hated every step I'd take.
So keep pointing backwards
if that's where you choose to live-
I'm not serving a fucking life sentence
for the stupid shit I did.
The design
Comfort Colors® 1717, with the Typewriter Manuscript design printed on the front.