Thoughts warped and twisted like cold steel that has just pursed is lips and kissed a wall at high velocity.

Shattered and broken glass resembling a will and spirit that was once intact. Debris scattered loosely like my senses when it all happened.

The cold night air sits heavy as the guilt on my shoulder.

I just hope I’m forgiven when the morning comes over.

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