Guilt

Guilt feels like calling her because I really need to be around her when I feel like I can’t breathe.

Guilt tastes like chocolate and noodles that she made for me that night.

Guilt sounds like I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m sorry God, I’m sorry for being such a fuck up. 


Sorry for terrible writing. Was trying to write about guilt, got distracted and then this^ happened so anyway this is it.

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