human
what a disgrace i am
what a waste of life i have become
what a blasphemous thing i have started
what a liar i am
what a self-pitying person i have become
what a sorrowful pleading i have started
what a breathless life i am
what an ignorant thing i have become
what a repetition i have started
what am i?
-cinders to ashes to dust
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