The Dark is my Light
Do I forget, do I forgive? The one person who made me choose not to live
The blame falls on me, because I chose not to be… brave.
What is that anyway, no one can really say. People go through their lives only to say …forgive.
But why? Why do I have to, why do I need to? Who dictates the rules?
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