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At times
my heart swells painfully,
pours poison down my veins
and turns me to someone else.
These times I rebel against my skin,
rage against myself,
and drink it away.
I am my own enemy,
the only thing I hate.
I find solace at the bottom of a bottle,
however temporary.
Green glass scattered on the floor,
shame like tar clings to me,
and I cry.