You, this
the guilt, oh the guilt.
The right choice is there and the wrong one I make.
Your quivers and shakes do not define you.
I love you
the guilt, but I love you.
I love you, I LOVE YOU.
Even when I do not understand you
I understand.
I stay just to run
the guilt, but I love you.
I love you more now then ever before.
Even when the emotions pang so hard it cracks you, me, us...
the guilt, oh the guilt.
Guilty..
I love you
I understand
and I am sorry.
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Kierra Preston
23. Chicago.
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