save me, for what's about to come
save me from myself
help me when evil lay
save me, from drugs
save me for my health
get me help so I can get better
save me, from the world
save me from society
get me from hateful siner's
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Original Sin
PoetryThe trust is gone. The love is gone. Will the mysterious poet kill her lover Or live with seconds to spare
