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Mental Project - Guilt

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Was it last sunday?
Was it that day I raped the girl?
I dun really remember now,
I was so high that I dun
remember how it even felt like!

I stole her purse, her name was fay,
her eyes were blurry like a pearl,
I dunno what or how,
But I was so high, that night
I smashed some guys bike.

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It was sunday!
When I felt his filthy curls,
I feel so ashamed, right now,
I wish I listened to dad, "dun,
dun be so late, tonight"

I can't face the ray,
I can't face my dear mom,
I dunno why or how,
But I am ashamed, from that night
He mistreated me, Oh God!

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I wish I never did, if just I were..
I wish I never had this dose,
or ripped her blouse,
I wish I was a better man,
The kind who gives flowers,

As long as I will live now,
I will feel the guilt,
And my pain killer now,
Is to have my heart ripped,
I wish I never had this smoke inside of me.
Fiction story,
Something I was Working on,
To continue my Mental Project,
And this is about conscience, we feel when it comes to huge things like raping or stealing or killing, then we forget when it comes to small things, that won't hurt anybody directlii but maybe indirectli it would hurt like cheating, misleading, disloyalty, I was thinking of this lately, all the small ones, I think we all did, maybe if we didn't i wouldnt have been sitting now writing this.

anyway,

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Aedammair-Feline's avatar
Wow. The story behind this is strong and meaningful, and I like it.
You've structured this really well, going from him to her and then back.
Nicely done.