empty bottles

i feel guilt, breaking
my own promises
and yet my feet drag me
to unwanted destination

everyday, every night
promises made anew
and lies to fight
that gut feeling inside

yet my feet go on
towards an untoward
for i lack a mirror
to reflect upon my deeds

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