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Guilt

Swottielottie · 2007-04-05T19:04:21Z

I know it. I feel it. I breath it. It never stops gnawing away at me. I shake myself to cast out the demons, but Guilt never leaves; it sticks and flows through my very blood, traps my soul and crushes it. A devil within me, laughing, taunting; crying out my name. Torturing my brain with flashes of the past. Telling me to think of all the people I have maimed. 'Jenny, Jenny, Jenny is dead. Murdered by someone, with a guilty head. If the police find her they'll lock her away, For absolution, she'd better pray...'

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Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:52 am

Swottielottie says... · Thu Aug 07, 2008 11:52 am

Thanks a lot, I kinda forgot about the whole rhyming thingy... :S XD That's really helpful.

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What is a poet? An unhappy person who hides deep anguish in his heart, but whose lips are so formed that when the sigh and cry pass through them, it sounds like lovely music.
— Søren Kierkegaard, Philosopher & Theologian

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