Guilt's Weight
Never does the feeling mix well with my digestion. It
Goes along my intestinal track and gets stuck every
time, trying to run
Away from the end when I can finally let it go. But of
course this
Always happens every time I think about it. The guilt
grows like a baby
Inside my stomach until nothing can tie it down as it
tries to climb its way out of
Me. Up my throat and through
Me. Destroying
Me.
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