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Everyone loses something when guilt appears.

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A strain of blood
With a guilty mind
The whole world shuts
in a mourning silence.
Crying with anger
At the lost leaf.
Where nothing will ever live again.
My mind is blank.
Drowned by tears.
As I blow my last breathe,
and rest at last.
Free from my own loss
I stand
Free from my mind's loss
I lie.





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