The writing is on the walls

Smeared with lipstick

Stained with my pain

Why is it that you haunt me

It's clear you don't want

Or need any of this

The core of the problem

Lies with me here

It's not your fault

Why do I do this to myself?

Place myself in a situation

Pressurise a reaction

Slowly but surely I lose out

Miss the opportunity

I fail....

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