Sympathetic Sorrow
Thoughts of remorse fill my heart with doubt
about the path or situation I put myself in
Jealousy peaks at its highest point from the dishonesty I hold within
I get heartaches by thinking I can hide under a grin
though my paranoia dosen't subside
It thrives from my oringinal sin
I vow not to do it again but when guilt sets in
it's like a punch to the chin
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