Sins

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She smiled,

she laughed,

she did everything,

perfection ran in her

blood like wickedness runs

in our minds,

but was that enough?

no, it was never enough,

not for her, or for them, or for me,

She cursed under the moonlight,

and escaped her present.

The now she was living in,

took away her life,

She was choking,

crying for help,

screaming for a rescue,

But like shouting into

an amidst of darkness,

there was no reply,

No one heard her,

no one wanted to hear her,

So she took the sinful rope,

and hung it on the base,

An escape, she thought,

perhaps then someone,

will hear my fragile voice,

begging for mercy,

The clock ticked,

where is she?

She let go,

Her body crawled down,

but never hit the floor,

Banished were her quiet breaths,

her innocent thoughts,

her endless pain,

But tears splurged down their cheeks,

staining their unfaithful lips,

The present haunted her,

Now, it'll ruin them.

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