When I think about my life
I lie to myself
I envision greatness
Or tragedy
To hide my mediocrity
I try create beauty
And look in the mirror
It stinks
My old handbag turns me into a bag-lady
That thought makes me laugh hysterically
My hysteria takes over
I will make you cry
My fits clench tighter
I forget to open my abdomen when I breathe
I close my chest
Making way for death
Take me away
Take me away
I die
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