Little by little,
the deeds of then came pinching me
who would have thought,they will be here so soon
or is my conscience awake so early?
Oh maybe the thought of my deeds never departed from me once
we have been kin since a long time
Errors on paper can be erased
Mistake when stitching can be mended
How can my wrong steps be corrected?
My thoughts are my shackles
My past mistakes are my captivators
Lights of new hope are trying to free me
Brightness of new beginnings are the lead to my freedom
Then I will be liberated!
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