How is it that I do the right thing, yet I'm showered with guilt and feel my body absorb the evil in this world?

How do you walk straight but feel like you're walking backwards in a twirl?

Am I going psycho or am I just cursed. 

Because lately all I see is black and white and feel like what I'm saying is rehearsed.

It is what it is or maybe it's-


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