When something went wrong, it was the message I always accept.

When searching who I am, it is the   answer I always gave myself.

It was the reason why I felt so sorry for what I have done.

It was the reason why I felt awful after losing my son.

It is the monster that inhabits my soul.

It is the strongest lie I cannot control.

It never failed to make me cry.

It never wants to let me try.

It is the shout I always hear.

It is the voice that is always clear.

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