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If only there's a pill i can take,
the past will be my present,
that I'll retake,
rephrase the errors of my resent,I messed my margin with a knife,
am I created to be a sinner?
will I be able to follow Gods will in this life?
can I be more human for I'm not a beginner?with a sincerity,
I will have a new beginning with purity,
but life is unfair,
it cant be fair,a sin has committed,
for someone dared,
it shall be repented,
And there's no pill to be shared‧͙⁺˚*・༓☾ ☽༓・*˚⁺‧͙
YOU ARE READING
Hiraeth
PoetryA grammatically blemished metaphorical poetry, prose, harangue and statement- composed around late 2018 till early 2019-for the writer's regrets.