I like me better

.

What is this obsession

I feel rising afar

With some apprehension?

But unable to bar

From my head or my chest;

Too late, I am taken,

My world ever shaken,

I pray, hope for the best…

It is sweet and bitter

Full of dark and glitter,

I can feel its cold heat

Now spreading through my soul

And the unsteady beat

Of my heart no more whole…

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