The Truth From Chronic GuiltI thought it was the end.The Truth From Chronic Guilt by ZenBlood
But it never will be, now, will it?
I wonder how many hours there are...
How many days?
And when I die, how many years?
Perhaps I'll spend one whole year of my life...
Is that a little, or a lot?
I am very, very guilty, of a crime that is not
It's something about principle
Very guilty of thinking all the time...
No matter who I'm with or how happy I am..
I'm always thinking
and I may even wonder why.
Yet, I don't exactly wonder.
I know the answer well.
But why is that answer still true?
I must be the only one who thinks about it all the time...
I'm the only one, is that right?
But, I can't ask.
Or it'll be known.
They don't know that I was thinking...
and for their sake they will never!
No, no, no....no one will ever know...
No one will know I'm still guilty.
and I will never know why I am...
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