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Grade
12

Oh heavens forgive me! Cleanse my soul for I am wicked; depravity employs my body like million vermin feeding on its lone prey; hypocrisy dwells inside me and I slumber upon the mattress of the devil's cradle. She was my muse -- pure as the driven snow, innocent as the unborn child, but I have tainted her -- tainted her with these spiteful deeds; my unlawful act. Her purity begins to melt like the ice caps of the northern mountain; her innocence fade like the morning dew. Lay all the blame on me as I rest this deviant heart in peace.

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