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Redemption is something often perceived,

As something elusive and rarely achieved.

For those who wrong we are often driven,

To make sure they remain the unforgiven.

But what of those wronged by another,

Why must the guilt seem to smother?

We think, deep inside, it's somehow our fault,

That somehow we deserve their assault.

Mistakenly turning around the blame,

Becoming stuck within the shame.

From ourselves we try to hide,

Looking for answers from outside.

Looking to others to make us whole,

But the pain inside they cannot console.

Feeling alone and empty inside,

Burying deeper what we cannot abide.

Until we are ready to face the pain,

A sense of peace we cannot attain.

Guaranteed, without exemption,

We all must find our own redemption.

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