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The Pleasure in Guilt


Can’t we just take our blame? Unless we want to go insane. Let’s just tell them what we’ve done, Punishment though will not be fun. At least our consciences will be clear, But until then we have to live in fear. Lying about this wasn’t right, Even though the situation was very tight. All she wants is more, more, more. Voracity overcame her every thought until All she could think about were money and things. Her Rapacious tendencies started to involve Illegal means and Crazy schemes. She never realized her Evil ways were ruining her ruining her lifelong dreams. New to this, I Over think what might happen to me if the Vicious cycle of no sleep and stress will take a toll on me. I think about all that Could go wrong, but as of now, there is nothing I can do.
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