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alekthepoet
alekthepoetSome guy who thinks he can write poetry
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*Please do not read if you're already distressed.

Shallow Grave

Took a chance today, and

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed.

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped that that would be a nice, happy

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped that that would be a nice, happy ending, seeming

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped that that would be a nice, happy ending, seeming tragic yet blessed with the

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped that that would be a nice, happy ending, seeming tragic yet blessed with the lessons of backbone and

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped that that would be a nice, happy ending, seeming tragic yet blessed with the lessons of backbone and persistence. It’s not. It can

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped that that would be a nice, happy ending, seeming tragic yet blessed with the lessons of backbone and persistence. It’s not. It can never be. Because

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped that that would be a nice, happy ending, seeming tragic yet blessed with the lessons of backbone and persistence. It’s not. It can never be. Because I will never let it. All it is is just

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped that that would be a nice, happy ending, seeming tragic yet blessed with the lessons of backbone and persistence. It’s not. It can never be. Because I will never let it. All it is is just some

Took a chance today, and dipped my toe into a place I never dare to go. I failed. I had hoped that that would be a nice, happy ending, seeming tragic yet blessed with the lessons of backbone and persistence. It’s not. It can never be. Because I will never let it. All it is is just some more ammunition for my

machine gun head, to

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good ol’ practice-

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good ol’ practice- makes-perfect motif (the idea

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good ol’ practice- makes-perfect motif (the idea that because

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good ol’ practice- makes-perfect motif (the idea that because I at least tried I have made my

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good ol’ practice- makes-perfect motif (the idea that because I at least tried I have made my mark in the right

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good ol’ practice- makes-perfect motif (the idea that because I at least tried I have made my mark in the right direction, the clichéd,

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good ol’ practice- makes-perfect motif (the idea that because I at least tried I have made my mark in the right direction, the clichéd, mythologized concept

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good ol’ practice- makes-perfect motif (the idea that because I at least tried I have made my mark in the right direction, the clichéd, mythologized concept that somehow I’m closer to the

machine gun head, to tear me to shreds. Because no matter how much the intellectual can spot the good ol’ practice- makes-perfect motif (the idea that because I at least tried I have made my mark in the right direction, the clichéd, mythologized concept that somehow I’m closer to the end of this shit),

my fucked up brain has been

my fucked up brain has been meticulously trained

my fucked up brain has been meticulously trained to remind me: I failed, because I

my fucked up brain has been meticulously trained to remind me: I failed, because I fail.

I fail.

my fucked up brain has been meticulously trained to remind me: I failed, because I fail. I fail.

my fucked up brain has been meticulously trained to remind me: I failed, because I fail. I fail. And every failure is another

my fucked up brain has been meticulously trained to remind me: I failed, because I fail. I fail. And every failure is another nail in my

my fucked up brain has been meticulously trained to remind me: I failed, because I fail. I fail. And every failure is another nail in my coffin. A coffin that deserves a

my fucked up brain has been meticulously trained to remind me: I failed, because I fail. I fail. And every failure is another nail in my coffin. A coffin that deserves a shallow grave.

shallow grave.

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