Attempting to improve the self is not without its price.

Header image courtesy D. D. Buck (licensing).

Where is he?
He’s gone
He dead
I killed him
Slowly
Surely
Gradually put the . . .
Six feet under
As I breathe today
Though his ghost
Can still haunt
Vividly
A cold blow breath
Brushing the neck
With threat
Of coming back to life
Unravelling everything
That has been done
Without him
The grave downside of
Self introspective murder

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