To be so wrapped up in self, is dangerous: self pity and sense of woe betray you.

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To be so wrapped up in self, is dangerous: self pity and sense of woe betray you.
I am so entirely wrapped up in self, I think I feel nothing at all.
I am the picture of calm. My new self. A new life.
Our real self is shut away beneath false and petty language.
A despondent blue period rose in my deep self, with hours squandered, but alas, today, for some reason a wistful feeling stopped me in the uncomfortable.
Brief note to self: give myself backbone.