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This itching It’s like a drug withdrawal From my body And I fall But I don’t do this intentionally I do this because It’s what I do No stepping of the ledge Easily— No willing sacrifice Just me Falling— Because there is no where else To walk This is me This is who I am This is what I do Do not thank me for it I do not want it But don’t also think this Saddens me Or inconveniences me In anyway This is what I do This is who I am This is me Think of me as a tool A well-guided instrument To a poorly thought-out Providence This is it… Or maybe Simply That one you forgot You remember Now that I prod you I’m the method— You used to know