Memories revive themselves every night
As I lie staring at the ceiling.
These memories refuse to let me sleep,
Taking over my mind.
We try so hard to lock away the past
That we forget to open ourselves up.
If we do manage, somehow, to reveal ourselves to another,
Why do we sometimes lie awake at night feeling guilty?
And why guilt, really?
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Guilt makes us feel better
about the sins we commit
It drives us crazy
because of a thing called conscience
But what is right to one, is wrong to another.
Wait, how do we judge things again? *scratches head*