and there I was in front of my table, sitting
writing... thinking... writing,
questions arising, what in me am I keeping
who I am and where I am
what should I do, where should I go
what I need,
oh nothing i know.
Something made me stand,
I was feeling so bitter
and I burst my fist into the wall mirror.
Smash and pieces on the floor.
Me still pissed off,
blood on my hand.
I go for another shot,
more hard this time.
I don't know, what was going in my mind
I sat back again.
eyes started to rain.
And I penned
all embarrassment i felt.
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