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Jun 2011
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I'm absolutely horrified.

At night I lie and wait to die.

I feel sick and ashamed.

You took a pistol to my heart and aimed.

I'm black, tainted, no longer good.

Apologize? As if you could.
Written by
Emily Madeira
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