How could I be unsure,
the guilt emerging here
I'll never be as pure,
my head will never clear
The decisions forever hated,
when now i give a damn
The character I've created,
I hate the way I am
The prices paid do hurt,
when I know it was my fault
Need to find the comfort,
I hate the end result
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