A dark lonely room, emptiness left by sin, when will I be forgiven, when will my rebirth begin?
Can I ever be clean, what can make it right? Will I ever be forgiven, in their condescending sight?
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Started writing poetry officially in 1991, enjoy reading Edgar Allen Poe, reading and dissecting the Holy Bible, and listening to beautiful/inspiring people. Age has no bearing on creativity. Some of the most beautiful things come from those of much lesser age and life experiences. So listen to those young people!
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