"Hey, it's me"
Every time, you talk to me, There's a harvest
of guilt that you collect from me
•••
"What the hell is wrong with you?"
Nothing is wrong but apparently something is
that I did since you are talking to me
•••
"You need to tell us everything-"
So your going to dissect me like
a frog until every secret is revealed?
•••
"-Even if it might hurt us"
Ha! No thanks. I hate when
people know everything that hurts them
•••
"I know there's something you need to share with us"
How would you know that?
The only person I told that knows you was.....
•••
"You told her, so why can't you tell us?"
So there is a spy....She just lost my trust...
Looks like she's an acquaintance of the Guilt Reaper now..
•••
"Why would you hurt them?"
"I didn't mean too!
I Meant Something Else!!"
•••
"Yeah..."
See? You barely believe me
That's why I prefer close friends over a reaper
•••
"I gtg"
Yeah, see ya next week when I make
another mistake, Guilt Reaper
~End~
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-Written October 22, 2017-
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