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May 2020
The blood drips from the cup
It has come to this
My soul has fallen to the abyss

I've tried to run and hide
But there was no escape
Now I've made a grave mistake
I can't be saved,  just his disgrace
I'm sorry

I tried running, I really did
But they caught me
I was granted a second chance
They called it my destiny
Now look at me, writing poetry
Filled with anxiety
Holding on a sliver of humanity
A nobody, when all I wanted to be...
Was somebody.
Anthony Michael James Butler
Written by
Anthony Michael James Butler  21/M/Ontario
(21/M/Ontario)   
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