Look at this page which I wrote yesterday Just a selfish expression of beer and depression and My insecurity so much a part of me Swells up the pages of numerous diaries Humiliations both real and imagined All lie on this page and stare back at me mocking me I run away from them push them away from Soon and again they return to embarrass me. ........ Lie in my bed and stare up at the ceiling We live in events of a previous evening My poor little ego that bruises so easily Fighting my conscience to justify reasons Look in your soul tell me what do you see? Can you honestly say you're completely at ease? Do you believe that your conscience is clean? Well I say you're a liar. .........

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