I’m embarrassed of myself
are you?
Matted hair continues to fall my nails grow out and I shed skin, but worse:
I’ve never see my own face and other people have
I’m embarrassed of myself
I’m ashamed
so don’t ask to visit me
do not come and pay your homage, do not make your yearly pilgrimage
I’ll be dead before the year ends, let that thought comfort you.

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