i hate everything including myself

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whispers of all the roads untaken

do i wish to forget?

joyful moments i regret

i regress

and i undress

tears mixed with marble countertop

a body does not match my head

i desire touch

but long for bleeding

the fumes of guilt burn up my bed

the stars are bleeding on the cement

run

run

run

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