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Mar 2017
Caught in the act, trapped in the fact
I made my bed now I have to lie in it.
I wanted to win, but it was a sin
Now I have to confess to it.

Like a shooting star, I fell so far
In the tick of a clock I was in too deep.
Now I've been stained, I just feel drained
I've made too many secrets to keep.

"Let me out!" I wanted to shout
But there was nobody around to hear
And even if they did, I was no longer a kid
I've tightened my own noose I fear

This was it, I'm afraid to admit
I can no longer count the sins I've made.
I lie in wait, for a terrible fate
It wont take long for my existence to fade.
Melisa Bernards
Written by
Melisa Bernards  Oregon
(Oregon)   
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