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Wordlust: Shame

I can smell the shame on myself
I feel the weight of the world weighing me down
I walk the streets aimlessly
Lost like some little girl
I have allowed to let myself be lead down this path
I have allowed myself to be thrown into the belly of the beast
I let a little boy lead, and now I found myself so far deep
How the hell am I suppose to dig myself out of this?
Doom and gloom
You claim hard lessons will make you into the perfect groom
I call bullshit
Yet, I can't turn away
So, I am apart of the shit
I have allowed myself to be thrown in the darkness
Truth be told, I even prayed for it
Begged God to be in this place
Be careful what you wish for
They say bad times are only for a moment
Can five years be considered a moment?
I guess, compared to a lifetime
I can still smell the shame on myself


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