I'm sorry for the guilt inside my head.
I don't know where it came from
but I wish that I were dead.
These words tumble out,
they no longer have meaning.
A thousand fruitless gleamings
of a thousand fruitless thoughts.
I know I sound so stupid.
I wish I could shut up.
The conversation I just killed
lies littered at my feet.
I touch the empty phrases,
twitching gently, with my toe
and I wish I had something more to say.
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