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Guilt Quilt
There are hidden depths to my emotions,
There are caves and caverns in my soul.
There are craters large enough to drive through-
My life's become known as a black hole.
I must carefully cull this tendency
To overburden my life with guilt-
Its many different forms and patterns
Like the patches in a patchwork quilt.
It's no use. I don't think I can stop now
No matter how badly I want to.
I seem to be adjusted to this mode
Like the fit of a comfortable shoe.
