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Looking
Over my shoulder I see what I was And all I have done. The victims lay Sprawled, motionless. I did this. I hurt that person I hurt this one I made that mess I left this one I did that. Glancing forward With fearful eyes I see what's coming. More pain More misktakes. I never could Do anything right. Never. Ever. Ghosts of future victims Lay sprawling in my mind. I'll hurt that person And this one; I'll mangle that life Twist up this one. I will do that. Staring reluctantly Over my shoulder I see what I was. One victim is me. I hurt me Over and over again. I messed up my life Over and over again. I can try To get it right But I've done that too Over and over again. Why look forward? All I will be Is right there Over my shoulder.
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