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13h
I’m no perfect man
I’ve conjured up filth within

A sin flesh is what I am

I ask for pity
I am weak
I am nothing

Lived a life that brought joy
But what is that worth
When God can’t even forgive

So now I pray for nothing
The night has fallen

All is gone

A dream of peace
Oh, how wonderful that would be
Now I go

For whoever might find this
Please stay with me
I only beg for kindness
Ash Flowers
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Ash Flowers  19/M
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