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Some days I don’t want to write,

I want to scream,

I want to drown in my own insecurity,

I want to wallow in this tepid depression,

I want to be held by someone who cares,

And then I want to tear out their throat when they betray me,

I want someone to rightly call me a monster,

To threaten and cajole,

I want them to fear me, to respect me,

And then be left alone.

Some days I don’t want to write,

I want to sleep,

And stop.