it's too late.
is fearing the wrong things.
falling down a cold staircase.
and persistently i darken my shadow to cover up regret but the train tracks still lie straight.
it'll be the end of deception.
vertical to the horizon.
it'll be the end of deception.
this is the gun to the manipulation.
a repetitive trait.
repetition.
the walls.
a repetitive trait.
but reoccuring shame eats at me.
she eats at me.
she walked away.
i'm here for forgiveness one more time.
i'm slurring a compilation of words.
one more time.
God. lay her to rest
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