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Sep 2017
Yes I will take the blame.
For things that you've done.
And, I won't shirk from it.

Your guilt.

I'm more or less meaningless.
It bothers me naught.
I'm already dead.
I just keep walking forward.
Written by
Nolan Bucsis  34/M/Somewhere in Canada
(34/M/Somewhere in Canada)   
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