A Guest House
The poetry & writings of Daniel Vic Townsend
Wednesday, July 21, 2021
Remorse
My brain
Is deteriorating
I can feel it
And it’s my own fault
I’m so sorry
That I
Didn’t
Give the world what it deserved
I was too selfish to grow
And I want what I want too much
To the point where
I let it
Destroy
Me
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