I lie in bed every night,

The guilt seeps into my dreams,


Someday they'll catch you,

And I'll be waiting,

Gripping smoldering justice,

Like a loaded gun.


I'm eternally conflicted,

Do you really deserve this?

Or is it my own sick brain,

Coming up with excuses?

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