Guilt

Mar 22, 2023

1 min read

By Prashant Vatsa

The feeling of guilt is making me weak.

The attire of trust made it worse.

The speck of betrayal broke her heart.

Now, I am feeling, I am drenched in blood.

By Prashant Vatsa

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