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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