On no! It's back!
the feeling that hurts me so, the the name of it I don't know, I call it the gnaw.
It starts small only to grow,
Filling every part of my soul.
It's frustration, guilt and regret all at once.
Welling up without a vent to flow, rendering self my biggest foe.
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NAVEL GAZING
PoetryNarrator is stuck in a world of regret and sorrow, get a glimpse of what swirl around in his head and his world view
