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I can feel every heart beat, every ragged breath
but can you feel my thoughts, my risks, my guilt?
Selfishness eats me up, but still I remain
for sometimes a friend would seem to let go
Nevertheless, what is superficial? But mistaken to be the truth
for you will never know what I have felt
As I am with you
all for a split second decision of confusion
But still my guilt craves for my soul and my mind
let me succumb to the world of unmistakable remorse
Let it be..
For I am what I am…
Selfish.
but still,
maybe still…
A friend.