Atrocity

April 16, 2008
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I pace into the room
Their heads turn
Looks are shot
Whispers are heard
Hypocrites

Scared and alone
I sit in the seat
Listening for my name
And wanting this to be over
Remorsefulness

How did this happen
Why am I here
One stupid night
Consequences were not clear
Desperation

Lessons were learned
Tears were shed
Feelings were hurt
Trust was lost
Sorrow





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