Guilt.
Guilt.
Guilt is a big black monster
It claws inside my chest.
No matter how much time has passed it refuses to take a rest.
It eats away at me from the inside.
No matter how much it consumes its never satisfied.
They say to live in the moment. Live just to live. Don't think about tomorrow and the guilt you've invited in.
You think at first it won't come, that you've managed unscarred.
Then it creeps in little by little until you're completely overcome.
How do I tame the beast that dwells within my soul?
How do I rid myself of this unrelenting black hole? I cannot take the action back, it's over and it's done.
But I will never go down that road again for the guilt is not worth the fun.
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