Purity
The time I pricked my fingers,
I know I lost it-
I didn't know I became this crazy
because of one evil thought.You can't blame me!
I know I'm not that pure
but can't you see?
wickedness surrounds me.

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Story Of My Life [ Poetry ]
Poesíain the act of writing, in a thought of destroying
Purity
Purity
The time I pricked my fingers,
I know I lost it-
I didn't know I became this crazy
because of one evil thought.You can't blame me!
I know I'm not that pure
but can't you see?
wickedness surrounds me.