Not Guilty

Tumbling. Fumbling. Stumbling.
We all grew up
And as I look behind
All the moments and memories
Of loving, living and leaving
Flash before my eyes
And I’m left alone with
Confusion crippling my mind
Seeking absolution for crimes
That I’m not guilty of.

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