"Confession of an ex - convict (mass murderer)"
“Every day I die . . .”
Every day I die,
Every day I live.
My past thoughts that keep on asking why,
might never forgive . . .
Whenever it’s time to turn over a new leaf,
I look at my affected branches;
It’s when I decay with overwhelming grief,
And start dying again.
I try to look ahead,
but cease to exist,
whenever I glance back.
These thoughts can’t resist,
from continuous taunting . . .
All they do is make me regret!
Forgive me at last!
How else should I beg?
For every day I die,
every day I live . . .
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