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Blood will not wash away
These sins of mine.
I've bled,
From self inflicted wounds.
It doesn't wash away
These sins.
Whose presence
Is more stagnant than
my blood stained hands.
Tears do not wash away
These sins of mine.
For I've wept,
And I've sobbed,
And bleed through
Self inflicted wounds.
I'm still as foul as ever,
The reminisce of the memories,
Still sting and torment.
Nothing will wash away
These sins of mine.