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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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Josh Anderson
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