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547 · Feb 2019
Failure
Edward Feb 2019
I went to the store today,
you weren't there.

I hope you're well,
that things are good.

Life is bad, worse, here.

Mine.

It's always dark out
and I'm so sorry anymore.

I tried my best to stay sane.
Love you.
159 · Feb 2019
In the eye of failure
Edward Feb 2019
I am every sort of storm turning
half of every raindrop destroyed
on impact with the puddles
that reflect the forsaken clouds.

Piles of mud,
some are lost cities that children stopped playing with,
where the cars are still over turned
and the wind cements them in place.
Imprisoned.

Others are just mud, sinking and leaving,
just mounds of soil ****** as imperfect patches
of grassless lawn that have, too, gone away.

Oh, how I wish I wasn't alone.

— The End —