the endless cycle of settling
misery and discontent, clawing, tearing, ruling my every waking hour, standing above me and laughing as I try and try again to scratch my way out of this existence
every person I grow near to, every soul I draw close to mine, eventually reveals the same wretched secret
I am addiction. I am drug. I am a bright, shining star full of hot, poisonous gas, a beautiful concept with a truth so ugly and bitter it turns the warmest smile against me.
in truth, I could move on
I could reach again, try once more, put myself on the line and hope for the best
but undoubtedly, no sooner than they reach my core, they would spurn me
I am beautiful
I am ugly
I am warm
I am cold
I am entrancing
and I am unlovable
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