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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