I know too much.
There's a stain on my soul.
That I can't get out.
Though I've tried.
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Everyone has stains in his heart, these stains are the remains of emotional injuries and these stains keep us restless. Why you are this way, because your conscience is not dead, you feel, you think and you have converted your thoughts in such a lovely poem that is from my side the members' poem of the day.
A wonderful poetic poem. Thanks