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I see how
I trap myself
every time I think
in my defense.
I don't even have to speak
and every speech tangles me
deeper in darkness.
I wound my case
with every word.
Where is the path out of this place?
The little tricks no longer seem to work.
So alone when no allies can defend me.
The worst sin is peace.
Ok. It is the people
on the other side of the screen
who most concern me.
It is the fantasy of fame.
I can stop
entertaining fantasies.
I can let that slip away
and just laugh and taste.
I can observe and understand.
The pain of this will not kill me.
It will just fade me as if
I put on my dressing gown.
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