No one owes me forgiveness,
Or anything else, for that matter.
Maybe that is why it hurts
To think of lives I have made sadder.
I think of lives I’ve lived
And the places I used to belong.
My gut twists to think of it,
Of the people abused I have wronged.
Like a bruise I keep poking,
The memories flood into my brain.
The hurt I have caused others
Now twists around to drive me insane.
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