Sins

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I've admired the full moon for the eighth time,

ever since you left.

I've cried barrels of tears for you,

but nothing can forgive the sins I've done.

I'll accept this pain I feel as a payment for the sins I've done.

I hope you've forgotten me and the memories we've shared.

Let the memories of us be the punishment I held alone. 

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