Self-Loathing Hues of Distaste

May 15, 2011
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Hues of distaste riddle my throat;
Overflowing, bursting, burning;
When will this cease?
It is endless;
I am imprisoned in this cycle;
Never valued;
Always flawed;
Rippling with excessive flesh;
Consume, retch, empty;
Puddles swirl around me, gruesome reminders;
Tears of self-loathing stain more than cheeks;
Corrupted and scarred;
Will I find peace?
My dreams haunt me with this eternity.

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