I wish not to remember because of it,
Again, like sinking, I am swamped with guilt.
The steely light of the twelfth moon
Echoes the past and it's holding doom.
My mistakes are so many it destroys me
But not half as much as it is going to, you'll see.
But after two weeks of silence and depression
She rang to see if I was alright, no one has such a thing.
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