[Edit: This is a poem I wrote yesterday while under stress,entitled: Sabbotage.]
Sabbotage;
The feeling I get when I look in a mirror.
What will become of me?
I close my eyes...
Memories rush like moths to a flame.
How long will this last? [We last?]
My insecurities disable me. [My mind]
Lost, distraught, and unhinged.
Do I crave self-deprivation?
I don't
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