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Prefer the Downfalls

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By Cassie SmithPublished 4 years ago 1 min read
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There is a lot of drama going on

between rumors of my

condescending ways and the

unrealistic ventures that have

caused grief within my mind

and those of others.

I’m cautious to think about

anything beyond my own

happiness, back to reality is

the best terminology for

this phase I’m in, which is

uncertainty.

What more to a unrelentless

word that is bearing down,

pulling on the strings of my

heavy mind. Should I repeat

a thought again, as I’ve analyzed

so many times before.

Shivering with cockiness,

bellowing

out every damn day. I’m tired.

Noices, noices, noices — why

couldn’t have I just listened to them.

But you know what I mean.

Love does in a graceful way.

But you know what I mean.

I’ve sensed something long

before you were here.

While the timing doesn’t

count. The words still matter.

Played my soul in a casual way.

Before the ambulance arrived

I was gone. Now how sick is that.

That the winner didn’t win the game

that I forfeited without my own

knowledge. Something is wrong,

I’ve just made a right turn.

sad poetry
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