</>I’m weak,
I feel worthless,
And I ought to.
For all the hurt
And hearts I’ve broken.
I don’t want to break any more.
I get heart unrest
When my phone rings
Or vibrates,
I can’t eat
Nor sleep,
And it ought to be.
My consequences
I should pay.
Pray I only to the Mighty One,
To help show to those
I hurt that I’m sorry
And I will change.
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