Confession from the Chair this is my confession my admittance of wrong i did it i did it to save myself and you i did it to save my everything to keep my world intact whole this is my confession the place where i spill my words burbling from my mouth an artesian well of guilt a lake of remorse god who knew confessions were so difficult so uncomfortable sitting here, speaking the hard wood gets harder the guilt weighs upon me using gravity the chair bites into my legs it splinters like my words splinter the truth my confession, my guilt, my blame it all lays in shards at my feet as i bleed from wounds my guilt shatters me my guilt breaks my surroundings i see you in pieces it is all my fault
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