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forgiveness can be both pain and pleasure |
| The clear droplets poured heavily Cleansing the once desiccated desert Onto the land wasted by calamity Washing away the unforgettable dirt Clearly reacting to the mishap I stride to the side of the revealing Thoughts forcefully overlap Obstructing the view to forgiving Relentless memories caught me Replacing moments carried by time Unable to relive my fantasy Shrouded by the acts of my crime Constant pain and contusion Let alone can one atone for his sins To break away from this confusion Must I forgive myself before it begins |