We do some things
That we don’t know
Why
It hurts us
It hurts others
And it hurts
Us again
More deeply, more sickening
The pain turns the stomach
The embarrassment
Stirs the soul
Angrily
The decision, the act
What was I thinking?
But I told you
And I wouldn’t listen
Some say you’re the voice
Some say you’re my soul
Others, like me, my di…
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