Even now I'm not sure what remains;
Remnants of places, faces or names?
Somedays it seems harder to forget,
Full to the brim with guilt and regret.
I wonder if you know how hard I tried,
How much I sacrificed and died inside.
But it really doesn't matter anymore,
We made the decision, took the fall.
Yet still it festers and burns within,
As if I must purge this unspoken sin.
Because surely it can only ever be me,
Always responsible for every calamity.
And I just let the blame burrow in deep,
Still cradling the fragments of this heart I keep
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