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I am losing everything and everyone I love.
And somewhere between the hospital visits, the hospital stays, and the rest stop slushies,
I've started to resent myself.
I'm beginning to resent resentment, and I'm starting to lose sight of who I am.
And it's hard when you're a gypsy with such shit luck,
because sometimes being travelled is nowhere near enough.

God, I'm so full of shit.
Trying to tell myself that I know who I am,
but I can't manage to self identify further than a Harry Potter scar.
(On the wrist, same story, different twist, I'm no hero.)
And I'm trying, trying, trying, to get the words out,
so just maybe someone else can taste my angst.