She leaves, I do nothing
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He died, I wasn’t there
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They believed me, I lied
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He drove drunk, I let him
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She was broken, I was silent
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They all leave, I do nothing
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Unfold the paper, the creases remain
Unfold myself from guilt, the scars remain
Day 17 – The Man Who Folded Himself
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