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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.
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.
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