The Missing.

I know it will end in black,
but now it's alright.
Tired of looking back,
every two steps,
for new angles of attack.
"Not good enough,"
a corner to hide.
Never face myself,
don't know what's left.
A miracle, being alive.
What's missing is the crime.

	

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