For all that I’ve done,
I’m ashamed of what I have become,
for what I have become can never be changed,
and I, myself, have changed so many,

The many shall be ashamed,
because of the changes they’ve made,
and out of those changes,
I have become the way I once was,

Never shall I be that way again,
and I shall forever be with so many of the blamed,
the one’s behind me are, therefore, innocent,
un-corrupted and un-changed,

But only by the ways of our artificial integrity,
what was ours,
is nothing of natural posession,
it is emblematic of the things that we wish not express,

The feelings, emotions, and the portrayal of thoughts,
are the final limitations,
of the thing that you once called,
a heart.

 
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