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For everything I've ever done,
someone's seen it all,
the good, the bad....
a record of my life.
To think that no one noticed,
or even truly cared,
has always been my downfall,
the falacy of life.
My sins have stained,
my deepest soul,
cut clean and to the heart.
I can not blame anyone,
this I know is true.
Perhaps when my times up,
and my judgment due,
that God will show his mercy,
and let me pass on through.
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Black marks on my soul
Black marks on my soul
