Still

My mind is distracted by my supposed infractions. Once guilty, never guilt-free. At least that’s the way some minds work, making me feel like an evil jerk. I’m not even doing anything wrong, but still I hear the same old song. It is not a pretty tune; all melancholy and filled with doom. Yet I […]

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