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Guilt
Rhisereld
I've hardly been outside my room in days ::I don't feel that I deserve the sunshine's rays ::The darkness helped until the whiskey wore away ::And then I realised that conscious never fades :: When you're young you have this image of your life ::That you'll be scrupulous and  maybe even be a wife ::You make boundaries you'd never dream to cross ::And if you happen to you wake completely lost :: ::I remember someone old once said to me : ::That lies will lock you up with truth the only key ::But I was comfortable and warm inside my shell ::I couldn't see this place would soon become my hell ::So is it better to tell and hurt ? ::or lie to save their face? ::I guess the answer is don't do it in the first place :: ::I step outside my mind's eye for a minute :: :: ::Looking over me like a doctor looking for disease ::Or something that could ease the pain ::But nothing cures the hurt, I ::I bring it on by myself ::Just remembering how we were