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Nov 2013
God, save my soul,
I'm guilty of the crimes I've been accused,
as my sentence, I confess my sins, give into my pride.
I'll leave you in the morning, like an act of suicide,
a constant burden turns into your heavy loss.
Your trust in me was betrayed the moment I said I'd stay,
out of respect, all that's left is to walk away.
Elise
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Elise  NYC
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