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Apr 2020
They call me a sinner,
           all because of,
                   the sin inside of you
                           that still thrives in you,
                                  as I strive,
                                          to emerge, from
                                                 the ashes from hell
                                                         you left me to burn in.
"Every saint has a past, and every sinner has a future"
-Oscar Wilde
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