Personal Narrative: Guilt

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Guilt
It was your sword that you forcefully shoved into me, without giving me a chance to voice out my opinions.

"I just dont understand why you cant do this one favor for me, I'd give you the world without you asking for it. You dont deserve all the things ive done for you know that? I cant beleive you. You know i made you."

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