Pummeling my backside and front,
Plastered fists repeatedly retract,
Only to strike vulnerability.
"You're going to fail."
"You're going to lose."
"Lust for the bottle."
"Expand the bruise."
"A father you'll never be."
"Aspirations run dry."
"Stop kidding yourself."
"Realize this as a lie."
"Love is a fool's errand."
"Happiness is for the petty."
"Now, aim the barrel there.
Get ready!"
Apparitions on repeat,
A never ending loop.
Voices' overlapping echo,
Unleashing truthful scoop.
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