Poison
I fuck up and I ruin everything, and I keep destroying things. Maybe its the only thing and I mean only thing, that I am good at. Maybe its my job to ruin everything. Friendships, relationships, mental health. I ruin everything I touch. Maybe just maybe, I am poison. Thats why I am on this planet. To ruin everything I love and care about. I am poison. I am deadly. Why can't I ruin myself already?
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