i have the uncanny ability to open up my own can of worms;
im the cause, im the culprit. i try to win, but i always fail.
im disgusted with myself.
im disgusted with the apathy of others.
im sorry i ever asked.
im sorry i ever brought it up.
im sorry for being sorry. i hate that i feel that way.
its a joke, something to be rid of.
something that is gross, annoying, in the way.
im kicking myself now.
but then im running, far. as fast as i can. i dont want to see.
i want to be numb to it. let nothing through. feel nothing in that regard.
but alas. i am not so great at that. it comes with practice i guess.
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