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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.

by: angela klaassen