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4d
I wasn't this bad
Once a saint
Nonetheless, I prefer insolence
The ones I fed
Sabotaged, betrayed
Killed innocence

The worst kind of hurt is betrayal

I shall watch you thrive on streets
Worship most high for mercy

You'll be ignored
Wish come true
Prayers answered

Not a punishment
It's freedom desired

The next time
Might be lenient
The goodness I possess
Never allows evil to thrive

Today's moonlight
When it gets tough
Never reminiscence
Live
Gates are closed
Rosas witten
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Rosas witten  24/F
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     Rick, Rob Rutledge, Liana and BipolarBear
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