Same Excuses
It's the same thoughts,same blade.
The same collapse
of sanity.
It's the same slur
excuses, words.
The same paranoia
my insides purge.
Because of you
the world is ugly.
Because of you,
I must sin.
Because of you
I live selfishly.
Because of you
I kill again.
By: Brandi Deacon
2010
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