She's young, she's beautiful. You don't deserve her, James.
The fear, the pain, the dark pitiful thought haunts me at night
Crawling and slowly latched on
The guilt took over me, she's naive and you did this to her
I've taken the time to think, for my decisions had killed her
I've ruined her, I've hurt her
I've killed her
I am a murderer
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It was Her
Poetry"It was her" - a mistake she made, and can never go back to fix it. The regret that stayed within him, thinking he could return the love she lost Describing each story in different ways
