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Not the Real Me

descised as someone I'm not praying on my hands and knees for forgiveness for the people that i have shot the lives that i have taken the families that i have destroyed the path that i have chosen puts my whole family in danger the thoughts of ever being able to be me again are decaying beneath my feet burning of hell runs through my mind as my legs become weak and my life becomes short i am not a man nor considered a human being i am a failure, a disappointment to us all

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Diane Christian

Date: 6/8/2009 12:52:00 PM

aww what a sad but powerful poem, there is always a way for things to be so very different, whatever we do we will get critisized for, my x husbands uncle used to be a prison warder and his wife and kids were sent death threats as a result and the people meant it as well, they had to move to a nother place totaly, God will forgive you he loves us all he gives us a chance to change and I pray no harm will come to you or your loved ones, God bless you from diane