The Error
Dear people I’ve met once in a blue moon
My urgent message is short and simple
My ailment will come to an end quite soon
Which was impossible to rekindle
My flaws are tough for one brain to handle
I’ve never looked up to my own virtues
So I’m sure I must blow out the candle
And then I must break my parents’ curfew
Despite this, I’ve never meant to harm you
It’s just that I was born to be different
Never mind if I’m not your real nephew
You’re still in my heart. My flesh must be burnt
In conclusion, my mind will rest in peace
And my dark remains in this world shall cease
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