Guilty..
This feeling of hopelessness slowly corroding me,
Like acid on metal,
I wish I'd open my eyes earlier,
how I wish, I knew better,
But alas, the consequences always seem bitter,
when I've had filled my eyes with fake glitter.
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Guilty..
This feeling of hopelessness slowly corroding me,
Like acid on metal,
I wish I'd open my eyes earlier,
how I wish, I knew better,
But alas, the consequences always seem bitter,
when I've had filled my eyes with fake glitter.