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Left to decay
Behind a shallow
Rat infested dumpster.
Forgotten and unaware.
The knife
Gad cut the wrong
And pierced though
Delicate flesh.
Delicate lips
Purse into pain.
Not enough
To dull it.
I was once
Able to do this.
Able to change
These people.
An empty garage
My workbench
Stained and festering;
Inappropriate.
Too unwashed.
A cruel demise
Waiting those
Who fall.
It was not
My fault
I knew what
I was doing.
To all those
Who befell
The same tragedy
Under my watch.
To all those
Who died
Under my watch,
I am sorry.
This is my fault
Not yours.
You wanted to change
And I wanted to help.
This is my confession
To those I have killed
Trying to help,
I am sorry.
I just wanted to help.
I did not want you
To die
In the wrong body.
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