Forget me,
for I do not want to live,
if the image of blood stains,
and the sin cannot be washed away,
the minds I have stolen,
can no longer dream,
my mind will never be at peace,
constantly racing,
running to the finish line,
but what I have done,
is already over,
there is no end for me.
Poetry
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