Six of 30.
The guilt was consuming.
Eating away at my conscience.
I couldn’t get away from how bad I felt.
Now that is gone.
Grown more distant,
mimicking someone that was once close.
Now gone is my guilt,
I am done caring about it.
I give up.
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