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The suffocating agony that doesn’t let you breathe
consumes all your energy turning it into despair.
The amusing torment of a lost individual
who can’t handle their own pains
who can’t stand the idea of a mistaken action.
The ******* bright regret
knocking on the door
saying they left forgiveness far away,
spread around a camp full of beasts,
to which you will never be able to go
and catch those pieces
For all the forgiveness you need
doesn't feel pity for you.
The torturing guilt; a purely mean accusation of recklessness
and an apathetic god telling you weren’t good enough
and you will never have the chance to be so
because you can't hold yourself highly
and now you are contaminated with the dirt of regret.
Mar 20, 2016
Mar 20, 2016 at 6:41 AM UTC
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The suffocating agony that doesn’t let you breathe
consumes all your energy turning it into despair.
The amusing torment of a lost individual
who can’t handle their own pains
who can’t stand the idea of a mistaken action.
The ******* bright regret
knocking on the door
saying they left forgiveness far away,
spread around a camp full of beasts,
to which you will never be able to go
and catch those pieces
For all the forgiveness you need
doesn't feel pity for you.
The torturing guilt; a purely mean accusation of recklessness
and an apathetic god telling you weren’t good enough
and you will never have the chance to be so
because you can't hold yourself highly
and now you are contaminated with the dirt of regret.
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