Guilt
Feelings were lost. i feel angry once more but not sad. Only guilt. I hate myself for it.
My mental state of cause sent me to beings someone’s interest… when the tables turned
No interest was returned i had a sparse of ambition ready to scavenge a new life.
The new life i thought i wanted is corrupted at this point right now.
WHAT AM I? A MIRAGE? or a pathetic tiny grain blowing in the dust.
i shed tears of guilt and anger, none sad. what have i done to myself? why do i feel so torn? i’m tired of this cloak of happiness.
my body and mind aches.
what have i become?
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