My Confession
Think think
Breathe
Maybe it was maybe me
It was it’s my bad OCD I’m sorry I’m sorry I’m so mean
Think stop now stop breathe think
Oh god I can’t he can’t they can’t
What will we say no no I know
It was me he he he stresses me
Okay okay it was me I have anxiety so me me it was me
It’s mine it’s beautiful it’s a mess it’s me
It’s what I’ll be no no no you can’t leave me
It’s mine but it’s too much too much for me
Stay close where is he
He didn’t he didn’t
He just grabbed my face
It was me honest it was me
March 1, 2025
Copyright © Andrew Jacob Jung | Year Posted 2025
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