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Why was I here, what did I do wrong?

My sins have caught up to me,

Punishing me with these walls

Was I suppose to be here,

I may never know,

But the time is coming closer to confess,

And die a hopeless death

The footsteps come closer, the voices screaming

The clock tics back and forth,

Reminding on my untimely sins

For now I wait, for my timed fate

I have little time left for these letters,

So this is good bye, yeah?

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