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Guilt Trip
The rain is roaring, yelling at me,
"This is your last chance."
Last chance to wake up,
It rumbles like a warning.
A warning to stop,
A warning to refuse.
Like a mother scolding her child,
It tries to wake me up.
To see the hopes I have sown,
To feel the pain I will cause.
It's getting too much,
"What? Me or you?"
The more I ignore,
The more it rains.
The more I console,
The more it reins.
Like a knife to the sanity,
It traps me in a whirlpool of guilt.
Yes, I can feel the pain I will cause,
But do I want to stop?
© Yati
"This is your last chance."
Last chance to wake up,
It rumbles like a warning.
A warning to stop,
A warning to refuse.
Like a mother scolding her child,
It tries to wake me up.
To see the hopes I have sown,
To feel the pain I will cause.
It's getting too much,
"What? Me or you?"
The more I ignore,
The more it rains.
The more I console,
The more it reins.
Like a knife to the sanity,
It traps me in a whirlpool of guilt.
Yes, I can feel the pain I will cause,
But do I want to stop?
© Yati
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