I, so worthless and full of hate
Did stare in an angry mirror
And recite a list of my mistakes.
Mistakes easily found with haste
Like toys half-buried in wet sand
Where I found failure's salty taste.
I, robbed of purpose or useful life
Sat a while in sun-bleached hate
And simply raged to a silent sky.
I, so worthless and full of hate
Too cowardly to walk away...
And performed the ritual day after day.
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