Standing firm-
convicted. I had
everything. Stumbling,
upon you-
a bad day.

Empty handed,
barren feet, fed
up, needing
distraction,
from the Heat.

Sweet sixteen,
so sour, the
words, expectations-
Glamour knew me,
Prosperity beckoned-
feeding bushes-
with loathing.

Running rat,
chasing cheese.
Oh please. Be
a good boy.
Provide, like a
man. Sobbing-
finding a
vein.

Pain today,
gone tomorrow.

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