Slowly slipping as of late.
Im falling into a pit of hate,
My mind’s becoming irate.
I reluctantly anticipate
That I’m soon to suffocate,
Under the water that’ll inflate
And call an end to my fate.
Jan 15, 2020
Jan 15, 2020 at 6:59 PM UTC
Slowly slipping as of late.
Im falling into a pit of hate,
My mind’s becoming irate.
I reluctantly anticipate
That I’m soon to suffocate,
Under the water that’ll inflate
And call an end to my fate.
An idea that wasn’t that great...
I guess I fell for rhyming’s bait...
(The poem has a nice trait.
The poem ends in ate,
While the desc ends in eat or ait
(Ate but it it’s an alternate))
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