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Self Pity





How can you were someone and the next minute you are anyone but who you used to be.

It may not be a split second decision 
It may not even be a decision at all
It rolls that way
And how can you do the other way
When you only got one square ground to stand
Either you stay and buried
Or you could leave and burned
For three short spaces you gave a thought
Time’s up, you go for the easy one; where you got only yourself to be devastated over; when the reason wouldn’t be sounded too shallow 
Because you chose to be in deep, at the utmost length from the surface
You got no sun nor wind
You stayed in the square one 
Only this time you are way down
With your own self and its pity
Befriended the demon who got nothing to eat
But your soul and identity
Looking up, you let your mind wanders the other option
Nah, better being alone with darkness than hearing those lions roar while you’re burned
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