Guilty 

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I feel      guilty. What      have I done? 

No      thing. 

I think    things are okay when they are     not. 

But that      is all I do is      think. 

Think. Think. Think.  

I make       excuses for       those who may not      deserve them. 

But that      is all I do is      make. 

Make. Make. Make.  

Yet      what have I done?

No      thing. 
–Elizabeth Lacey 

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Published by elaceyg

Originally from New Jersey, I am a Cornell University Arts and Sciences student receiving a B.A. in biological sciences, general biology with a minor in creative writing, fiction. I hope to earn an M.F.A. in writing and then attend medical school to receive my M.D. I mainly write fiction and my experiences as creative nonfiction.

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