Free Falling w/o a Parachute

Bitter tears of regret and remorse
Created by mistakes chained to us,
taunting through once pleasant dreams
reminding us with every step,every shallow breathe

These tears that tear from within
that close doors once opened before us
making dreams crumble into pieces,
slowly slipping through shaky hands

Guilt whispers in your ear
repeating a question with no answer
Why?





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