Of the pain I've caused myself.
Every breath a threat;
Perhaps I will do it again.
When I move my arms
I remember the slaps they have given.
The shuffle of my feet
Cannot move me past where they've stumbled.
My life is a testament
To my tactlessly selfish existence,
I think only of me again
When I wonder how to fix everything my clumsiness broke.
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