Deep swells of dissatisfaction. I drown in it, luxuriate in it, drink it, breath it. It forms my days, and sits in the back of my mind. Everything is not enough. Myself especially. I am defeated. A dream or an idea left unrealized. I am lowered expectations and shattered dreams. Self Pity is my drug, I enjoy it and despise it. Its my
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