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Jan 2016
I am a constant disappointment to myself and everyone around me
I keep trying, and failing, and dying, and trying all over again
Only to flail
And fail
And wallow in pain
I'm sorry that I hurt you
I don't intend to get the answers wrong every time,
but I guess I'm just not very smart

I make myself better
I throw away my vices and I try so hard to smile
But what's the use?
When every time I play the game I always seem to lose
I was never good enough
I know that
But you bit off more of me than you can chew,
and now you're cursed to choke on it,
let's see how well you do

I'd offer you a glass of water,
But you'd just keep turning blue
And you'd refuse the help I offered you
Only to blame me for your demise after you finally close your eyes
Somehow, it's always my fault
when you choose to die
Arlo Disarray
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