Welcome to my supper of self depracation:
I'm scooping up spoonfuls of guilt,
pouring glasses of insecurity,
Setting places of emptiness.
You can smell the aroma of desperation,
You can taste my weakness,
You can see the steam of my sullen
rolling off each plate.
I'm ringing the dinner bell!
Come and get it!!!
It's always here...
My appetite for self destruction.
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