The Haunted Guilt
She cries herself to sleep,
as she remembers her dreams.
Filled with such sadness and joy.
I can't help but envy her.
The way she seems to slowly leave the surface, whenever she sees him with me.
How I wish I could change the past and make her forget.
That I was the one that took her boyfriend away.
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