Sin

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I'm but a sin,

My heart is caving in,

These awful thoughts,

Why can they not,

Just dissapear,

They're all I hear,

I'm caught in the crossfires,

Of my worst desires,

These awful things, 

My head, it rings,

Through my tears,

All these years,

I've hated myself,

Sat on a shelf, 

Watching me,

I want to scream,

Silence comes,

She gave both thumbs,

It all ended,

My soul descended,

And so my life,

Was apprehended.

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