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Crying because of you
I cannot say I am crying because of you. No, I can’t blame you for self-inflicted misery. I suffer because I have the habit, nay, an obsession of creating pain for myself, stew in my own brand of hell. I cannot count the countless times I hurt you with barbs of suspicion, poisonous enough to freeze a tiger in its jungle tracks. There cannot be a darker power than jealousy born of doubt. Oh! Merciful God in Heaven, on my knees I prithee, atone my sin. Repentance alone I know, will purge me of this terrible mistake of torturing an innocent man. A man, who’s man enough to brush aside bygones, and sweet enough to love me more. First Place Winner
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