I've found myself in this same,
crooked, dark place filled with light;
it's consuming my fright, bringing something else to the fore.

It wasn't "expletives";
that I know for sure.
It wasn't "extremes", though those I favor lately.
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To find and lose oneself so much,
it creates such chaos you'd think twice
about choosing a path.

The irony is needing to stick to a path of your choosing.