Fear and guilt
Tears are spilt
Hands are soaked with blood
Mine or yours?
I'm not sure
I'll wash it in the floodI can't see
Why can she?
I don't think it's fair
Her brain's fine
Unlike mine
Not that you would care
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Brain Goo: A Collection Of Poems
PoetryMy brain is filled with dirt and goo Some leaked out, so I'll share it with you
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Fear and guilt
Tears are spilt
Hands are soaked with blood
Mine or yours?
I'm not sure
I'll wash it in the floodI can't see
Why can she?
I don't think it's fair
Her brain's fine
Unlike mine
Not that you would care