AGAIN

AGAIN

These things happen to parts of me

While another imposter stands aside �

Watching, listening, lacerating

What little peace there might well be

In this life. I am a goddamned schizoid,

Choking on inarticulate sympathy

Hiding from some inimical voyeur,

Shut up inside because I cannot bear the pain

Again

And

Again

And

Again �.

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