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Let It Rain

I opened the floodgates
Upon myself.


As the water gushes
Into this container called
I am trapped under the water.
Pieces of debris
Float around me:
They are a gargantuan collection
Of transgressions passed.
When the water's flow subsides,
I will be free,
But until then,
I continue to be trapped under
This corrupt rubbish.

Yesterday I told you
"This needs to stop."

Why can't I keep my mouth shut?

I miss our trespasses.

Help me get out of this state of mind.

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