It wasn't my fault,
but I still shouldn't wear the short skirt.
It wasn't my fault,
but I still shouldn't go out so late in the evening.
It wasn't my fault,
and still I was taught and not you.
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THE SWEET TASTE OF PAIN
PoetryThe Sweet Taste of Pain About the depths of the human psyche to recognize it, you have to give it a face and accept the awfulness. For him, the person I will always love.
