Confession is not in my disposition, Humility isn't for me. I have too much accusation, To stoop to mutual sympathy- To offer up in supplication, My rightful property, Or stand before adjudication, Bowing my head as if I were guilty. Even if I too have failed in perfection... It is probably due to thee.
First Lines Contest 2019: Madness: a form of love
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