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Jun 2020
I blamed god,
For every problem that came our way.
But what I did to you,
Makes me want to stay away.
Not from your presence,
But from civilization.
For the guilt that followed,
Has become an albatross.
One so large and heavy,
Forcing me on my knees when I wear it.
It wouldn't have happened.. if I took efforts.
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Ineffable  19/M
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