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10/15/2012 10:56:32 AM
Guilt (ways to improve would be appreciated)	Guilt He compels a smile to alleviate me but his eyes are merely green tinted windows into his anxious soul. I see right through him. Remorse twists my stomach. I burn him with an accidental fire that the Atlantic Ocean cannot tame. I'm a pyromaniac despite my will. There is nothing I can do to stop the burns thickening on his heart. Should I hurt him with my evanescence or with my infinite, unspoken lies? The prospect of his misery torments me. I care. Why can’t I love? He knows he is my silver medal, that I don’t feel the felicity I claim to. But what can you do when you love another? Another who does not love you. Normal 0 false false false EN-GB X-NONE X-NONE /* Style Definitions */ table.MsoNormalTable {mso-style-name:"Table Normal"; mso-tstyle-rowband-size:0; mso-tstyle-colband-size:0; mso-style-noshow:yes; mso-style-priority:99; mso-style-parent:""; mso-padding-alt:0cm 5.4pt 0cm 5.4pt; mso-para-margin-top:0cm; mso-para-margin-right:0cm; mso-para-margin-bottom:10.0pt; mso-para-margin-left:0cm; line-height:115%; mso-pagination:widow-orphan; font-size:11.0pt; font-family:"Calibri","sans-serif"; mso-ascii-font-family:Calibri; mso-ascii-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-hansi-font-family:Calibri; mso-hansi-theme-font:minor-latin; mso-bidi-font-family:"Times New Roman"; mso-bidi-theme-font:minor-bidi; mso-fareast-language:EN-US;}
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10/15/2012 10:56:32 AM

Guilt (ways to improve would be appreciated)

Guilt

He compels a smile to alleviate me
but his eyes are merely
green tinted windows
into his anxious soul.

I see right through him.
Remorse twists my stomach.
I burn him with an accidental fire
that the Atlantic Ocean cannot tame.
I'm a pyromaniac
despite my will.

There is nothing I can do
to stop the burns thickening on his heart.
Should I hurt him with my evanescence
or with my infinite, unspoken lies?

The prospect of his misery
torments me.
I care.
Why can’t I love?

He knows he is my silver medal,
that I don’t feel
the felicity I claim to.
But what can you do when you love another?
Another who does not love you.

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