Poverty of PoetryA Poem by AnasNonsense!
when everything you stand for falls, and you're there all on
your own standing//you lose your grip, faith and control, like it's a
crash- and-burn landing//every step you take is false, even though you
never planned it//only changin to the worse, wrong turns wrong
angles//losin the bet and you didn't even gamble at first//tryna handle
this s**t it's too much to handle//"guess i'm strangled by a
curse, mangled//losing my breath//And If I Ever lose the E Trail, Sue E
Side (suicide)
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