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Creators Guilt

I cannot recall the way the air tasted that day,
A suffocating reality that twists through my veins.

I cannot recall the way it smelled,
So long ago the night looks almost like day.

I�m supposed to remember.

To sit in my shame and guilt.

But I cannot remember,
I cannot recall.

I�m supposed to hurt,
That�s how I know it meant something;

But I can only tip my head back,
And swallow.

Forgive me;
I cannot be sorry.

Alone again, at least until the fall,
A farewell blurred by the rushing wind.

I�m sorry;
At least I should be.

What monster has taken over my mind?

I deserve to be hurt.

Why can�t I recall the wounds,
yet I can feel the scars?

My words are worthless;

Perhaps I am too.

I cannot recall how I made it hurt,
I just know it won�t stop.

I�m sorry.

To be sorry.

To be true.

To hurt.

To be hurt.

To be alone.

I�m sorry.
I�m sorry.
I�m sorry.

I tried to be.

Written by Nixprty

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Author's Note

I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. �I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried. I tried.

#regret #shame

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