If only the world grew up...
A man who cannot bear his guilt is still a boy.
A man who tells he's innocent is still a boy.
A man who denies himself his guilt, is still a boy.
But when that boy stands up,
When that boy plead, for both his bad as his good deeds, that he is indeed guilty...
From that day forward, that boy is a man.
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