Guilt

You are an insufferable little rat,

you make me sick as possible,

the waste you are can not be compared,

 

You make me squirm,

you make me cry,

you are a vestige of my former life.

 

I've shed you poorly,

you're far too near,

I feel your breathing,

I see you here.

 

We must come together to fall apart,

only then can we be ourselves.

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