Surviving myself was the hardest task yet. I was on a juncture where I abhorred myself, nonetheless I loved being with me, I couldn't kill me, but living with me was a pain......
For a moment I thought, I was my wife out of an arranged marriage, demanding, non-compliant, and never sufficient. Yet I was always there for me. I truly loved me, but sometimes I was too hard to handle for me.......
Poetic Injustice --- The myriad me, in myriad ways,
and myriad words, in myriad lays.
To stay, to sway, to the new glory,
to my past allay....
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