Dear Diary,
I look at my hands
and wonder
if there's any soap
strong enough
to wash away
all I've done.
All the
hurt
I've caused.
All
the
pain
I've inflicted.
I wonder
if there's
any anesthesia
that
would ever be
potent enough
to
wipe my
memories
of all
the
hate
I've
spread.
I wonder
I wonder
I wonder.
Yours truly, with love,
Holly
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