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I need help;
Accept the bitter truth-
I try to implore the self.

Acceptance comes with no reason,
At many a time,
I realize.
Yet, for me, no reason could ever,
Be that strong,
To overpower,
My fear,
The ache.

I am near perfect,
Says my mind,
A final try,
To save-

The ego.

Hurt,
Of acceptance,
The shameful woes,
Distasteful worries,
That marr the one chance-

Self realization,
And the one thread,
To pull myself up,
Once again.

Yet,
My mind works,
Twisted,
And twirled-
It beats in horror.

Hurt me not-
I wish to deliver,
Yet the final hurt,
It wins-

The ego,
Rises
Above the ashes-

And it swirls,
A content smile,
A smoky haze-

Impetuous?