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How can you stand there and burn me

with your cold eyes. Yes, I know I did

it, can we not move on? Move on from

this place of stagnant things dead.

What’s done is done, what’s over

is pointless taking to task. Blame paints

us all one shade. Look back if you will,

I will not. Hell is with you, I will turn

my face to heaven.