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I broke myself on the shores of my soul
Ensorcelled
With what I thought on the other side
With an idea of how I should be
With all the chances I hadn’t tried
With regret I don’t know how to free

But those waters were wilder, far deeper
Then I imagined, those waves washed away
My desires and I became bogged down by
An apathy that left me only the
Ability to float and while drifting

I forgot myself in this sad ocean
Ensorcelled
By feelings of failure that won’t leave
By a dire urge to punish myself
By nostalgia that made me naïve
By losing my future on a shelf

That I blocked from my view, letting the dust
Gather until it was indistinct and
Nasty, making me filled with disgust for
Ever wanting it at all, I ran from
It, turned to fantasy for an escape

I found myself in pages of a book
Ensorcelled
In stories I needed to see solved
In characters who well inspired
In new hope that I could be resolved
In the knowledge I had acquired

I needed those authors I like to think
They needed me to, they pulled me from my
Sad ocean, cleaned the dust off my future
And now I know when we break ourselves it
Teaches us a lesson about who we are