December Fifth
December 5th

There's too much that's different for anything to change--
It's understanding that makes me tolerate a new life never lived.
I may have stabbed the victim,
but you handed me the knife.
The blood runs down my hands
and I'm forced to smile.
You show no signs of remorse,
I guess that's good--
Never cared, never lived--
Don't worry, I've changed.


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