Shame and regret are what I should feel but numbness fills my shell.
Owning my mistakes, my choices, why can’t the rebuke take hold?
Force a change?
Or at least release a wall of liquid salt?
Is it due to the meds?
Or lack thereof?
Pinching myself brings nothing.
Pain. Irritation. Joy. Nada.
Disappointed but not. Really.
Trying to right the ship by slipping loose the thoughts in my mind.
and yet
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