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when I think about
the me
i now be
i cannot help
but remember
the me
i used to be
the me
who helped me
to be
the me that
i now be
the me
i thought
i could never
would never
be capable
able
to be
i reflect on the
anger
that would ooze
from the me
i used to be
unfiltered hate igniting
the combustion
of my rage
flames inundating me
bombarding
everything
in the vicinity
of my firestorm
like Midas i’d turn everything
burn everything
i put my hands on
a different sort of
golden touch
more of an incineration
i fought her
fought me
glowing heat
of self loathing
shooting from my flame-thower
pointed at me
calling for
complete decimation
of her
of me
i used to hate her
hate me
since the flames
were in me
surrounding me
i could only see
fire
everywhere
because of how
it lived
in me
burned
in me
my soul engulfed
by the inferno
that was
the me
i used to be
i used to believe
they were coming for me
it was not safe
i was not safe
how could i be
it wasn’t safe
i wasn’t safe
with me
not with her
not the me
i used to be
