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Sep 2016
Beg
I never expect to be fuller than this,
but I still feel an emptiness.
Hands won't heal the mess that was made.
Hands won't feel what words have left.

And I'm sorry.

Every cell I am of begs for forgiveness.

On my knees,
I never see a thing.
On my knees,
I never feeling anything,
I would greatly appreciate feedback!
Dita H
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