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I read "sorry, try again" off the inside of a bottle cap, story of my life. I never come first, I'm never the winner, I'm never the best.
There's always someone better. Maybe next time, I gave it my all.
At least I tried. All these things are supposed to make me feel better,
but it just reminds me that no matter how hard I try,
how I gave it my all, I failed. I'll never be good enough.
Journal
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AN EMPTY PEN
Not a drop of ink.
Nothing more to say.
An empty pen,
feelings gone astray.
A book of blank pages.
Filled with lies and tears.
No more words of love and lust,
She has no more fears.
A broken image.
A shattered mirror.
Blurry and confused,
Not getting any clearer.
A destroyed girl.
With a broken heart.
Uttering not a single word,
but wanting life to restart.
Just another suicidal girl.
With no love or hope.
Wanting to leave life behind,
and unable to cope.
Poems
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