I feel 15 again; dumb, insecure, annoying, worthless, and pathetic.
The words are clear.
I remember before.
The words are clear.
Like a memory once more.
I swing and fall.
Paralytic on the floor.
Sleep; no.
Food; not for awhile.
"What have you accomplished?" ...nothing, except making myself a fool.

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