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Repetitive Anguish
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Second Book (in Progress) anger sprouts without cause, moods turn bitter
emotions feel like ashes sifting, sparking, kindling
no cause for this rage, no reason for the outburst
maybe I'm not as stable as I thought
maybe this patchwork person's seams are stretched too tight
near the breaking point
no reason, or maybe many
so many disappointments, so many times
where my hopes were high
and what I got was so little
all I want is to love and be loved
but I find myself repeating the same phrases and questions I've said before
who could love a fuck up like me?
who could manage to keep me together and still stay sane themselves?
who could really care for this mess I'VE MADE OF MYSELF?
certainly not me. and if you can't love yourself, why should anyone else?
