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Sep 2016
Forgive my ******* soul.
Forgive me for not being whole
Forgive me for the things that I said
My god all I see is red

Forgive me for my sliced veins
For the constant fear and the constant strains
Forgive me for those short nights
Where I hide away from the lights

Forgive me for being me
I can’t be who I’m supposed to be
Forgive me for the blood on my hand
Forgive me for the constant demand

Forgive me for these lifeless cries
I’ll be gone soon but don’t be surprised
Forgive me for this death
As I write this in blood and take my last breath..
Charles W Rose
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