Oh, the Guilt

Oh the guilt..

She seems to think She seems too weak She takes a week to get over it She likes the sea She likes to see She likes to think she has all of it She likes the sound She likes the sand She likes to stand, she can't afford to sit She likes to be She likes to be She likes to be She likes to go She likes the time She owns the time She buys time and wraps herself in it

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