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Guilt Box

Guilt Box

Am I conned

Is it sabotage me

Was that pure accident

Had I been blinded

Did I not see

Choose the wrong glasses

Muffled sounds

Pure lie told

Selective hearing

Was I the one selling

Or simply sold

Can’t find ‘Lost’
 

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al Bikaadi

Thanks Silent Dreamer,

I was taking a risk with how laconic and threadbare it hangs. But I felt it had captured all I'd wanted to express in a way that fits the general confusion of where to lay the blame when grieving over a sour outcome so far away from what you'd hoped for.

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