Guilty

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are you sure
you're fast enough
to outrun
my bullets?
bullets which contain
gunpowder
made from anger
and hate;
there might be
a hint of desperation-
i miss you so much
and still love you
deep down
although i wish
you never existed in
the first place.
but that would mean
i wouldn't be here.
and, im sorry
but that's not acceptable.
run, momma-
run because you
hiding how guilty
you are
depends on it.

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