Sometimes I do not know the monster I can be.
I look but do not see.
I listen but do not hear.
So many flaws represented in a single breath.
Thy words do sting but easily flow,
unwind and bathe in pools of sincere regret.
But, it is to late because of sin.
Too late now and to late to see.
Good bye and goodnight.
For now and for today.
Goodnight,
Goodbye.
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