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Teething

With shallow breathing,
Seething heart,
And wrong perceiving...

I disgust myself again.
Repeating something
Like it's my fate,
I hate each billow
Of my chest.

My depleting mind
Pleads for deceiving
To feel better than detest.
Repressed feelings infest
In echo,
So I am teething skin,
I am ruining my marrow
Again.