I think that maybe, in some place I am unable to fully see I am a horrible person.
I have spent days obsessing over it. At night I stare up at the black, cobwebbed recesses of my void and will the truth to project on a still back drop.
Maybe each time I open my mouth what I am trying to say is distorted or maybe my eyes appear dark and untrustworthy.
Maybe the muggy fingerprints of my soul leave a stain each time they try and touch you.
Maybe I am the opposite of everything that I think I am.
I mean...
Why else would everything that I seem to say automatically turn into poison?
Why else would I be tarred with 'negative' each time that I try and connect with you?
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