Walking home from school
up the hill, the sun
beating down on me
trudging along--
with every step I hear
the cries below of
all that I have killed.
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Guilt and regret--
my constant companions.
It doesn't seem to matter what I do
for it will always be wrong,
thanks to
guilt and regret.
If I had a second chance
to do everything right,
would I?
I would then realize
my utter loneliness without
guilt and regret.
Perhaps they distract me
from the thoughts that plague me,
offering me a sanctuary
free from discovery and change?
But looking back at my life
I wonder where I have been
all this time.
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