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The End

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How did i get here,
Where did i come from?
I never imagined things would turn so horribly wrong.
That i would turn my back on you despite your psalms.
I was young, I was foolish to think I could live without you,
And here now I plead before you, to give me what's due.
I know I don't deserve you, or even to be in your presence,
But please ease my pain, and erase my existence.
This, my last request.





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