it's not me
you see falling apart
but the caricature
of my former self
it's not me you see drooling
into a withered branch
but the shadow
of the former me
it's not me you see gulping
bottles of bitter wines
but the cursed body
of the once me
it's not me you see hide away
from this world that never took me in
but the belittled loser
of everything that ever mattered
when you left
I never saw me again
for I lost myself
without you I could never
be me.
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