I still hate what I did, I still regret what I did.
I still hate what I did.
I still regret what I did.
This may be nothing.
But I atone what I have done.
God, forgive me, for what I must do.
A useless form in this world.
Oxygen to waste right here.
Rotting, just rotting.
I am unable to connect.
If I get rid of the piece of the puzzle, no worries.
The space won't be a matter for the ones around it.
I promise you, I'm being honest.
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