nobody would ever know
how many self-loathing toxins
i have to drink every night
and how much self-sabotaging bread
i have to eat every day to look effortless.
there's no second i don't look down on myself,
so i probably seem to be looking down on everyone.
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White Heat's Grave (Poetry Collection)
PoetryThis book contains an assemblage of brief free-verse poems that express my views and experiences. It encompasses eighteen years of my life and a particular manifestation of melancholy. All poems created and shared were original. Any unauthorized use...
