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in a fit of despair

opened old wounds

when no one was there

bleeding out the cuts

as i, reflect and regret

a haunted past

that follows me

remorseful

in a corner of grief

time to give... time to give in....

... is this right, or is it wrong.

i'm still trying to figure this out.

it's so hard to let things go.

there is no hope for anything

I'm guilty, I'm on my knees.