WE ALL SIN

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We All Have Sins
In the end,
No one ever wins.
We all have wronged.

We all have sins.
No one exits,
With a clean slate.

We all have secrets,
Some told too late.
Words unspoken,
Stories untold.
Assumptions created
Questions left in the cold.
Lies made up,
Rumors spread.
No one ever listens.
Until you’re dead.
Poem by: Sarah RUORO

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