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May 2018
I’m sick of myself
Disgusted
Feels like the floors slanted
My heads light
Symptoms of what I assume
proceed passing out
I wish I would pass out
A brief break from my own suffering
Self created of course
Is there any other kind?
So I feel more sick
cause not only am I self deprecating.
I know I am self deprecating.
Isn’t this the definition of stupid
Or insane?
Or something that I should change immediately.
What do you call lessons that go unlearned?
Mistakes? Regrets?
Cause I have a lot.
Yet to know they hold the value of lessons
Lessons I thought I learned
Yet I still look back on them
with a shame so thick
I leave a trail wherever I go
So everyone points and says
“She did it”
Cause how could I not
Surely the snail left the trail
Yet I have no home on my back
Snail shells are beautiful
But without them we’re just slugs
katarina
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katarina  24/F/toronto
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