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Where is this place in which I
lay, have I so easily forgotten my
way? Did I seek out this unholy
place or was I the prey? No one
around to belay my sorrow and
shame in my sin I slump alone
and pray. Wanting nothing more
than from this dark dream than to
awake and find it has nothing to
do with me. It is in this reality that
I see what it is that you truly meant
to me.
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On all counts spoken a forelorn yes to thee.