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I cut my blood with water,
As I have always done,
I disgrace my pedigree,
Screwing up my family tree,
Even though it has just begun,
I traded one mans soul,
For the fate of three,
But how can I make sense of myself,
When my hand are stained with the sins of my past,
How can I discover my identity,
When guilt is the only thing that defines me.
Ans: Like The Rest of Us
This sounds like everyone I've ever met. No saints in my lists of aquaintances and friends or family. Guilt - my middle name once, now I don't give it power - I just keep going - Interesting questions though - Just Bein' Lady A