Jul 2013
As I get ready for the fall.
I stand at the end of my conscious.
Knowing I'll never be forgiven,
For breaking the ultimate promise.
To never take a life.
I stand at the end of my conscious.
Knowing I'll never be forgiven,
For breaking the ultimate promise.
To never take a life.
Written by
Jacquie Bullinger
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