 |
|
I've let you down so many times.
The choices I've made have all turned out wrong. They say you learn from your mistakes. And I have, I am wonderful at making them. Show me the way to change this misfortune. I beg for an answer but there seems to be none. What if my fingers, to cut off and give you Would gain my redemption, I'd cut off my hand. I offer this plea. I ask for no pity. But I fear, if you are my jury, Then I'm already damned. Julie -May 17, 1997 |
