My Sins' End.

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By Tyler Cedric Golden

You tell me everything I do is wrong, You tell me I have been messing up, for so very long, You tell me I can't never fix my life, From the mistaken scars of a knife, But as I put this gun up to my head, Here in a moment I will be dead, One last thing to commit, my very last sin, You will not have to worry about this screwed up friend, Because this is it, as I pull the trigger, what is shown is my sins' end.

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