speak spite, mirror

you are a waste of space and precious time overly assured of your own bright brilliance feeling the biting, stinging teeth of your inadequacy sink into your already bruised flesh tear away and leave you there to bleed out. why are you always so sure about the solidity of time, space stars and skies and miracles. life is short, brutish, strange. lasting forever all moments one eating you alive still.

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