it is way past midnight and
i am going out of my mind
browsing through my old notebooks
listening to sappy old love songs
and slowly poisoning myself
with vast quantities of
self-pity, self-loathing and self-doubt
while my cynical self waiting outside
of an unmovable picket line
drawn by the wisdom of
a guilty conscience and shaky hands of
years of accumulated regrets
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