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I wonder if he can see
the token of my sin
opon my chest,
like Hester Prynne’s,
or maybe my token
is not as easily seen,
like Dimmesdale’s hidden
scar, upon my heart.
Does he know?
The question is
killing me,
a slow death of
wonder. Oh why
do you do this
to me? You are a foul
evil creature, the
“Black Man” himself.
You are Chillingworth
weather you know
it or not.

I would be sorry
for you. If only
you did not
kill me with
not knowing.
You slowly suck
the life from me.
Can I not just
be happy?

A

CassandraLavenza

Joined November 2007

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