Vague Desire For Demise

All the things that life promised, maybe, vaguely like a prize

I somehow censored myself in fear that someone else might try

Aware I now resemble, at least from outside eyes

A streetwalker, money earner, critic

A regular guy who knows nothing of love or life

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