Guilt

 Why we suffer?
Why we cry?
 Is  it  hard  to  be  alone?
Is  it  hard  to  face  pain?
Oh,  no!
We suffer  a  lot,
As  we  think  a  lot,
Or  shit  this  would  have  been  that,
Or  shit  that  could  have  been  this,
A message,  a  telephone  call,
Sometimes  they  matter.

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