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To Who Will Listen to Pitiful Me,
I'm so heartfully sorry for what I've become, someone who has turned his back on the one who is always there...sorry for what I've done. Regret... Pity... Regret... Sorrow... On my hands and knees, I beg for you complete and utter merciful forgiveness. Return to me my feeling of innocence and peacefullness that has escaped me. Be the one who walks me down the lonely road. Feel (sic) me with love and empathy for all people...same towards me. For present and future people, let me be an example, a story. Send me the care of your mother, my mother, guidence of your faithful, and the protection of soul. Help me guide myself towards the promise...avoid temptation. I ask only a sign of your presence through a sense of harmony. Give your sense of mercy to all those I've wronged, that beautiful gift. Let this be a guide for every second of every minute of every day. Keep the drugs away; let those be the only things I hate, despise, loathe. Let Life Lift me up without them. Let Life Love me without them. Give to me Love... Give to me Empathy... Give to me Happiness through your name alone...
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