64. Guilt

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My shoulders sag, my shoulders break,
people wonder why I'm awake,
perhaps it's because
you refuse to leave my sight,
a sickening image you are of my conscience tainted aside.

One day karma might settle its dues,
maybe prosecute me for whatever
I've done to you,
for each one of us bears our own cross,
and so will you upon the guilts of your loss.

Perhaps it's because you refuse
to leave my thoughts,
manifested you are like a prey true,
but there will be a day when the weight passes through,
and what put me down
will put you too.

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