The thought of what I did, can’t leave my mind. Every night I lay awake thinking of what could happen the next day. And every night it has rained harder and harder. I think God is mad at me for what I’ve done. I know it was wrong.
The thunder get louder, and louder as the rain down pours all around me. Maybe this is why I can’t sleep, so I can hear the rain and hear how mad God is at me, for doing something so stupid. I’m scared of every movement I hear. A movement of someone coming up the stairs, the cops showing up, going to jail for what I’ve done. My head is so lost and my heart is too. I can’t stop thinking of what could happen to me. I want to think I’m okay, but at the same time, the thought is just coursing through my veins.
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