Eight.

don’t know how I manage
to find myself In loops
giving my mind to people
to fill and let loose

and here I stand again
sober and afraid
unfettered about the past,
the present still remains

fascinating how belittling
my little habits are
giving my heart to all
that find I do not matter

perhaps I do it without thought
to convince myself yet once more
that I matter not at all
and look, another proved the lore!

debilitating, this rehabilitation
i tire of trying too hard
and on days I choose to fold
i am proven of unhealed scars

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