*Work in progress*

I woke up from a failed suicide when I was 16.
A second time when I was 25.

Finding and losing myself in the same breath.
Self love and self hate existing in the
same mirror of my own body.

Disappearing as a jaded human being and 
trying to find whatever it is that brings me back.

In being lost I find my self direction.

When I see me, I will not see you.
I will have changed. Whoever you are,

See you never.
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