Such high hopes you had
Dreams and ambitions of life
Filled with laughter and family
What writhing path leads you here?
What abhorrent act of fate or history
Makes you destroy that which you so dreamt about?
Sucking you downward into this miasma of self loathing
Unable to stop from breaking what you created so beautifully
Seeking to quell memories of guilt laden moments
With random acts of misguided kindness
Towards those who exist without you
Selfish need to appear as functioning
Seeking to control the torments of recollection
Aiming to forget who it was that once you so desired to be
When all it would take to be redirected
Reacquainted with your ideals
A willingness to accept your strange convoluted past
The ability to admit that it is all gone wrong
And an eagerness to do the work
To rebuild the shattered fragments of reality
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