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Mistakes:

I have made so many mistakes I am tired of saying sorry, My life has been a pool of worries. I lie awake at night Afraid of my very own shadow I am my own jury and judge. The sentence is great The pain is length-less The death collector is at the door. Heaven save me, I am my own enemy My tooth chatters. My knees are buckling Father, don't let me fall My enemies call. The walls are cracking and water seeps in My soul is weary I feel rather dreary. Father forgive me

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