Walking through these thoughts
is like walking through a bog
that threatens to pull me under.
I hold my breath
waiting for the bog
to swallow.
Yet, here I am, once more me.
Those strange choices were of
someone confused.
Now, I see it for what it was.
Too much change in a web
that trapped me in fine strands.
Spun into a hate filled desire
to try and be something
other than who I am.
Tis truth I speak and I
nothing more.
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