new poetry

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i find myself leaking
bleeding clear
dripping with regret
flooding fear

i find myself cracking
opened wide
guilt seeping into
softest side

i find myself ripping
at the seams
tossing aside my
very dreams

i find myself asking
why it’s me
when in times before
unnamed “she”

i find myself dreaming
better days
found wrapped in impos-
-sible haze

i find myself writing.