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As my mind manages to steady itself once again,

An assault of memories steal focus,

They drip with the cold of isolation

Both sides of my mind’s scale tip into a new low.

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Regrets freezes all of my warmth,

A tormenting chill of guilt spreads deeper,

I focus on my mistakes,

All I am is a mistake.

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I ask it to stop but it won’t listen,

All my strengths seem accidental,

My weaknesses are my identity

My blood would be a stain on the earth when I die.

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I’ve tried to run from who I was,

With a stride of lies to who I am,

But I can never escape who I’ll become,

A human error, an erred human, my errors, myself.

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