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Choking on guilt
Pins prick my tired eyes
My insides grip each other; squeeze
Supressing the will that allows me to breathe

My face is hot
I feel it in my cheeks
My eyes ache
Like they haven't blinked in weeks

And all this pain
All this guilt
Stems from all you've offered me
When all I can say
All I can do
Is offer nothing in return to you

What kind of joke,
What sick comedy,
Keeps me from sweet propriety?
I have to say no; say goodbye
Even though you might not forgive me