I weep for things I've done.
I weep for things I haven't done.
Why did I not listen?
Why did I not hear
What was offered to me?
What was there to be seen.
What was there to be heard.
Was it that man who said he loved me?
Wat it that child who wanted to hug me?
I weep for things I've lost.
I weep for me.
No one else should.
There's a grave waiting for me now.
No one should come.
I weep.
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