Hypocrisy & Other Vices

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As much as I want to differ from you, we have the same tendencies ingrained in us. I act like I am a better version of you, as if the self-awareness I so painfully possess, alleviates the damage I do. It is just as violent and destructive, (But it’s self-sabotage, there are no casualties this time around.) I’ll suffer in silence like you. I’ll run from my problems. I’ll drink or smoke or worse, to numb myself like you. I’ve had to contort my beliefs, my boundaries, to survive this secondhand life. I’m living out of my comfort zone indefinitely. Which leaves me asking, how long is too long to blame you?