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I, I, I, & more me.

Sinful morals clouds happiness within I

And know not wait till pitiful forgiveness

releases the fighting shame forevermore

living a losing battle to be pure perfection to

the deluded eyes of all creation.

And so I bloom like a black flower with the vile stench of scars from the heart, oh so desolate.


Written by Sadsmiles
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