Defragmentation

I've made A mistake.

I was looking for reasons.

To stab me awake,

Satisfy my diseases.

 

The rise in good-byes.

What A flimsy white lie.

What A wall to derive,

Unintentionally blind.

 

Corrosing subconscious I tried to replace;

Escape from ideals I found peace.

 

Flickering through days,

But resolved to contain;

My mind,

In opaque glass I found it.

This poem is about: 
Me
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