25 Mar

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I looked for who I was in your eyes.

And the sight terrified me.

All you saw was rotting flesh.

Covered in flies.

Nothing of value.

Just a host and carrier of disease.

Malignant.

A menace.


I hurried away to hide.

Praying that there was something wrong with your vision.

Haunted by the inescapable sense that it was me that was wrong.

All wrong.

Hideously and repugnantly wrong.

Undeserving of breath and space.

Too far gone.

And life's been a confusing uphill struggle ever since.


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