Ruined.
I killed my shame with lithium,
I soaked my pride in gasoline.
I lit it with my moral and mind,
I stabbed all the sense I'd ever seen .
I killed every commendable shred in me,
Every fiber of good quality,
I drowned every hope and expectation
For a hopeless quest.
You.
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