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The Telltale

My mind reeks
Of the unprecedented thoughts,
And accumulated resentments and regrets.
I do not recall the blemishes,
I have scrounged all over the surface.
I do not repress,
Every inch of my fiber,
To squeeze all the goods,
And to banish all the bads.
All I know is,
All I can smell is,
How my mind reeks!

On the brink of existence,
I embrace.
In the bane trial of survival,
I pry and follow the trail.
In a mere coincidence,
I wish to see consistence.
And then I realize,
It is a tell-tale
I impose on myself.
A story I wish to tell,
But not a life I care to have.


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