The Guilt

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It's all my fault,

That he's all alone.

We're still together,

But he's so sad.

He feels unloved by all.

Though it's not true.

Many would miss him,

If he ever departed from us.

Many hearts would break.

And mine would just bust.

He's all I ever think about,

But still that's not enough.

This is all my fault.

Oh how I hate the guilt.

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