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I weep for me

I loathe what I have become Things I tacitly permissed Weigh me down with water Shameful of my tears That I am thin of heart and humour Quick to temper now Hard and dark, where once Was soft and light It is me whose hands are bloodied I held the dagger and carved Into myself for attention Now I weep for me

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