Despair is not an easy thing:
It requires commitment, hard work and lots and lots of
wallowing.

Despair requires you dig deep:
Determined self loathing is the key, or so they say, all bitter sweet.

Despair is a friend to me:
Who am I to argue with my
Rabid and insatiable
hypocrisy?

Despair is the ghost in me:
Hauntingly familiar, cold and wanton heartbreak, suffering eternally. 

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