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Dec 2016
Guilt
Six more minutes til the morning
feelings of guilt cloud my mind.
I've done it I know it is wrong
the ancestors call out to me and tell me it is time.
To let go of the excuses,
to do the right thing,
to let go of the music,
to let go of the bling.
I look around afraid
because I have made many mistakes,
willful ignorance finally found it's way.
But I know it is my conscious telling me
don't beat yourself up,
don't make yourself scream.
Just start all over and do the right thing.
Written by
A hydrated plant
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