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my ego wants me dead in ireland

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my attempt at deconstructing my experiences on my solo trip to ireland, and how ego can cause one's self destruction if you are left alone with it for too long.

Tires rang against the road in my eyes The grinding of whetted knives Tinnitus rings in my teeth Threats are thought, silently Back sores scream and swamp Ass creeps through the carseat In the beauty of County Mayo I am it's tourist blemish This trip was a supposed celebration A turning of a page, a grasping of roots Some sort of self discovery but I Have always known myself It rained at the peak of Eask Tower The hag I feared had lived there Stayed slumbering, or may be waiting To follow me back to America, plotting Stepping past the scattered sheep Stumbling down muddied emerald hills I was baptized in the petrichor Wandering my way back to Dingle Confronting my disharmony led To a roundabout road to Bray Climbing the crucifix hill to escape dread As every life lived is just a single day

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