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"coward" slips through your furrowed lips, dripping with disdain. I don't blame, you for it. It stings still, the way only truth can. It clings to my mucked-up mind, filthy with guilt and shame. Again, I don't blame, you for it. Did Mr. Hyde face the consequences of Dr. Jekyll? I'm Mr. Hide. Can't two face, my mistakes.
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Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
coward
"coward" slips through your furrowed lips, dripping with disdain. I don't blame, you for it. It stings still, the way only truth can. It clings to my mucked-up mind, filthy with guilt and shame. Again, I don't blame, you for it. Did Mr. Hyde face the consequences of Dr. Jekyll? I'm Mr. Hide. Can't two face, my mistakes.
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Feb 17, 2025
Feb 17, 2025 at 5:28 PM UTC
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