Dayn Schulman
DisfiguredSee how it all happens?
Too still to notice,
Disfigured.
I can only hate
That which I
Loved, admired.
The formalities
Are asinine, and
Stupid.
Just get on
With your life,
Silly.
I am talking
To myself,
Incessantly.
The details
Are confusing
And really true.
The only way
To know thyself
Is to die.
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