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I was going to write a poem...but..

don't feel that creative right now. Here's the gist of it. How dare you call me weak? If you lived my life, you'd open a fucking vein in five minutes.

I know, I'm so eloquent.
curiosi · 61-69, F
It gets right to the point. Many judge without knowing what choices we were faced with.
…or lack of choices. @curiosi
Jeremi · 41-45, M
wake up; gonna try my new make up; hell, it was just a break up/
take up, everyone else's time, that's what they did with mine/
today I'm gonna speak up, take a sip from my teacup; where's my sugar? need some/
"but not from that arrogant p.o.s.; how could they suggest..?"; wait, rewind; stay focused!/

retrospect; that's one of hell of a gift that none of us ever sees coming/
then once it's set, then girl, (girrrrrl) you better hit the ground running/
but don't look back and try to recreate the tracks you've already left/
polish out a diamond out of all of that dirt; even with the hurt, and do good for yourself.

 
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