 | PROBABLY WORST POEM EVER WRITTEN... BUT ITS LATE AND IM TIRED AND THERES NOTHING ELSE TO DO...
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What is life? Life is a jail cell, Barred for your sins, You've been put through hell.
Your lies are your guard. Your regrets are are your bars, Your guiltiness is a poison, That tells you freedom is far.
Confess your lies, And the guard will disappear. Confess your regrets, And your bars will fall to the floor in pairs.
You will no longer be guilty, And start to learn, That freedom is close, And you can leave and no longer return.
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