This eclipse of inebriation is the prime time.
I no longer know what it means to be in love,
what it means to love, to care.
I can only feel my own heartbeat.
I eventually became everything I still hate; jaded, misguided, selfish.
Please deliver me from this self indulgence, from this pain.
Maybe it comforts me to sympathise with myself, how pathetic?
Because honestly, facing that I'm just being a dick, that makes me feel physically ill.
Oh how we all love this self pity, how welcoming is this wallowing.
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