End, but please don't re-begin
Yet again, someone gets away
With a crime...sexual or rape
But next time will they escape?
What will it take?
In the midst, I feel myself break
I feel so decrepit
All my past left regreted
But these times are so imperative
At the same time, so insidious
By the look of everyone else wanting to be
pretentious
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