Guilt
The beating of a heartbeat
thud, thud
The rising of the chest
One, two
The little voice in my head gets louder
You did it, you did it
My breathing gets heavier and only I notice ,
You did it , you did it,
I have to get out of here
I can’t take it anymore
The voice gets louder,
You did it, you did it,
It only stops
when the truth is told.
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