It developed in me,
In depths of my heart.
Its sitting in me..
A weird guilt,
Guilt of not doing
Guilt of not sowing.
Nothing is wrong,
But i am wrong
Whos strong?
Guilt for living,
Living my way..
Get outta my way.
Its taking over,
The pain is inhuman
Beast is a stroker
It aint going away
Will it fly away?
Or nothing will stay..
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