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cheryl-2
Things are going swimmingly They seem to gather steam From one small tweak, another grows Life's rolling towards the dream Good intentions, some results The buds begin to peek As faster and then faster Progress snowballs by the week. Positivity is fine I think I can, and try The jaded shell is cracking Though things are hard... I can get by. But wait. A stab. A needle sharp Digs deep inside To pierce my heart. And suddenly, all seems To freeze. The buds turn ice 'Neath brittle leaves. The air is frosty Hard to breathe. A sour taste I want to leave. Bitter, twisted Pain-filled heart Once now betrayed It wants no part. And everything Turns on its head Where once was hope Now's black instead Rejection I shan't Humor thee. I'll stab you back To think I'm free. It hurts, it hurts Oh, how it aches Best turn to ice That, I can take.
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May 17, 2022
May 17, 2022 at 1:51 AM UTC
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