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My lies engulf me and bury me in the soil of guilt.
And where I poured my gallon of lies is now being threatened to spill.
When everyone knows the lies I told they'll see through our friendship.
And leave me to rot in the hole I dug where I tripped and fell in too deep.
And now before me crumbles my delicate throne
The throne, not built of sticks and stones
But of the words I so carelessly let fall out
Now crumble down and bury me in their bones.
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I feel guilty for so much and though I have changed, do people understand that I have? I don't know and honestly I feel hopeless.
Who can relate?
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The echoes of a confused mind #WattpadIndiaAwards
PoetryI am surviving like a boat afloat without a sailor. I am not sinking anytime soon, but I am stuck. The waves of emotions are what inspire me to write poetry in my state of being stuck and this is a collection of my amateur works, so enjoy! This boo...
