Im due
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My Guilt
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This - My own sea of sin I shelter my emotions
Step blind to lines drawn  this ****** up painting I created
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We call ourselves artist - I drop burning - Darkness covers this empty space - How did I get here - My creation - My weakness diluted strength
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Forbidden by secrecy
Scared
Movement forward steps back to a beginning
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Whispers fear needless truth - What is truth if forbidden - Carried heavy on shoulders innocent bystanders wander no direction satisfied by nothing preserved by guilt - Our guilt - Their guilt no gauge reckless
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Time moves forward seconds raptured never return - Right a wrong - Decisions helpless - mourn a moment past
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Salty our taste lies built with sudden haste concluded affection destruction brings new direction
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Look back acknowledge a past to accept a new future - No one thing comes painless to process to pleasure - Birth to grave time swiftly travels - As clouds pass overhead time shelters memories gone.
blink.
over.

As quick a letter read our life abides this destiny - Love the one who betters your existence and in all persistence forget not the past and the road that was traveled
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Guilt is merely a message from above God's hand in grace
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Look back the blessing - Once a ****** up painting now those lines created this masterpiece our masterpiece this painting 143.