The Guilt

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Maybe not everything went to plan
Everything came crashing
And you said 'Oh man'
The guilt, the trust is slowly eating me
Crawling through my veins
Chasing me
The words have come back
Not once nor twice as hard, but with a thundering crack
The uneasiness pressures me till I burst
As I do nothing can quench my thirst
The loneliness brings more despair
What is there left to care?
Boom! It overwhelms me once again
Thread by thread no hope my friend
Slowly as I regain my composure and might
I shall surely take whats right
Through circumstances loose or tight

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