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My teeth are rotting, my bones are exposed, my flesh is decomposed, my heart plucked from my soul, a groan escapes from my neck. How could I ever walk with my head held high? how in Gods green earth could I -ever- say I was a good person? anyone who I have done wrong to...I am so sorry. I am just a common creature! I look like one and I behave like one. So here's the deal, if you are reading this and I did you wrong, tell me how I can make up for my sins. I want my friends to be happy.