So there she lay, her skin as pale as a sheet
Unable to escape the hole that she had dug for herself
Her conscience scolding her inside of her head endlessly
As guilt marched itself around proudly inside of her stopped heart
It bore a smirk as it teased her conscience, taunting it
Don't you wish you could stroll around freely?
Don't you want to get out and explore?
But even it couldn't get very far
For it was still a part of her
And she was still trapped

The End

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