| I claim that you neglect me aloud to the whole wide world yet it's me that is so guilty who responds so much in kind
The well of pain is certain but the author lays no claim saying "I don't now know me" but hesitates not to blame Blame is a tool of deception avoiding our internal tears so easy is self blindness against our darkest fears As much as we say they started how can we truly deny it is us that gave it wings ourselves we respond in kind Ourselves we are all guilty for the things we didst do not for us to blame on others my failings ne'er land on you The burden of my sins lie heavy on my soul as I face this morn it is hard to hold them steady but accepting them with the dawn Life is too short for hatred which I have so far eschewed life is not long for loving a talent I'm weak imbued
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