The pain wracks inside of me
Though lingers on the outside;
It courses through my very essence,
Like a racehorse on its track.
I feel guilty and useless,
So much of a disappointment,
To all who behold me as dear.
Why did I do this to them?
To me, for that matter.
I messed up royally.
And now there is no going back--
How do I tell them?
It surprises me that
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