Guilt can certainly weigh anyone down.
Stagnating, in the misery of borrowed time
I feel myself decaying to less than myself
As alone, in the mire of fraudulent attempts
My actions do more to further condemn me
I am but waiting to be taken, consumed
In the quicksand of deplorable guilt
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