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Guilty.
Every time you turn to go, I feel incredibly guilty. Even though you've hurt me a thousand times. Even though I don't usually want you around. Even though I know you will be happier and she will be happier and we'll all be together again. You always seem so reluctant and melancholy when you leave.
And I feel guilty.
There's nothing I can do about it.
I can't change the situation.
It wasn't my problem in the first place.
But I feel guilty.
I am guilty.
It's consuming me and tearing me to pieces.
This is not a guilt I can purge.
Every time you turn to go, I feel incredibly guilty. Even though you've hurt me a thousand times. Even though I don't usually want you around. Even though I know you will be happier and she will be happier and we'll all be together again. You always seem so reluctant and melancholy when you leave.
And I feel guilty.
There's nothing I can do about it.
I can't change the situation.
It wasn't my problem in the first place.
But I feel guilty.
I am guilty.
It's consuming me and tearing me to pieces.
This is not a guilt I can purge.