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O! misfortune

by thehorrorofnonbeing

you were an unfortunate walk in the dark. I clasped ever so tightly to the rope that I thought would lead me to - you -. Instead, it led me to a you - one that was overwhelmingly underwhelming; one that taught me that words mean almost nothing; one that showed me that complete breakdowns fraught with tears, justifications, and empty promises are nothing but a B-grade actor's (one that almost fooled me) attempt at putting on his best show. I was desperately waiting for someone to toss me that lifeline and pull me out of that wreckage. But the sad and undeniable truth is that they probably just thought I was part of the wreck.
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thehorrorofnonbeing
26 / F
For You?
Written by
thehorrorofnonbeing
26 / F
Published
Jul 26, 2018
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9·116
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I read the first sentence of this prose under the comments section of another poem. Gave me some inkling of what I wanted - or needed - to write. Utterly confused as to if I am still waiting for that lifeline or if I have already pulled myself out of the wreckage.

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