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Words escape me. If only I could escape me.
The heaviness in my heart, so dense and sad, hangs on my soul like a thick green army canvas soaked in rain.
Lying and sneaking, betraying and pretending. I bury it from my conscience just like a drunk hides their empties, but it’s still there. When all of the cracks and crevices are filled where will I put this guilt?
So many hours spent with my heart racing
Spent chasing
Spent spending precious money.
I’ve spent half my savings. I’ve lost half my soul.
I have read this poem several times. Very touching.