I write to help me and myself, only

  then I will have a little relief, when

  It kills me to admit that I'm lonely.

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  That I am alone, even in heaven.

  Where I have everything but people

  I love, people who are everything.

  My choices and their effect still ripple

  This is the jail of my own reckoning

  I want chance to relive my life again,

  To walk the path that I did not take then,

  To take the choice that will help me regain

  Their trust, their faith, their love, their very pain

  I will set everything right even

  if I have to leave my hell and heaven.