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Jan 27
She doesn't think kindly of me,
putting me through anything
she can imagine for me
and all I can tell you is
the craters are common
and the lows come often.
I gain just to lose,
so how low can I stoop?
I lie about my life,
that's the only real truth.
You tell me to chin up
but that point is moot
'cause I am not properly trained,
I am not some kind of war troop.
It's always been me vs. world,
I never fit in with the group.
I chase every high I can try,
but Destiny always comes through
to bring me back to the ground
where I started the climb I knew.
I brainstorm on a blank page
but life is never like what I drew.
Sometimes Destiny isn't so kind. She's definitely not fond of me, lol.
Written by
Wyatt  24/M/South Carolina
(24/M/South Carolina)   
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