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He's feeling on the edge, disheveled and he's a mess.

A sentinel of distress, distrusted by those he's met.

He's reckless, unrepentant, destructive and discontent.

He's distant, disrespectful, resplendent in his descent.

He knows he's codependent, a ghost of his own potential.

He knows the end is close but is hopeful and existential.

A war of thought is fought in his corners: it's ornamental.

A head full of those empty expressions, he's sort of special.

He's a cautionary tale, a metaphor, allegory;

A secondary extra supporting his own story.

He'll never be the lead, but he'll leave. He'll tear the heart

From his sleeve by the seams. He's unseemly, unseen.

He's obscene and obnoxious, constantly toxic, noxious,

Nauseating, caustic and conscious of all his problems.

He's culpable; to blame. He's incapable of a change.

He's a couple of gutters away from washing down a drain.

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I feel this. It's a bit different for me, but I understand where you're coming from. I don't know you, but , if you ever wanna message me and talk I'm here.

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