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A Chapter by ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))

Pick up yourself, the numb body of yours

Walk

Stand up and walk

You are more than you think you are

But please

Don’t make this personal

You have nothing to live for

But a life

Worthless

Deemed to be great

But success was a vice

Virtues fall away, spilled like the glass of whiskey

Your sober self fall away

Never did we even believe in you

But please

Don’t make this personal

For we warned you before

And now

You look down on us

Like we were the evil ones

Take a look in the mirror to see what you have become

Don’t break it now

Period.

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© 2011 ((Teenage_Poet_Loser))

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Victoria PoetryBunny

Really good... love the ending, you took a meaning to great detail i think, in this one. Love this part:
"Virtues fall away, spilled like the glass of whiskey
Your sober self fall away"

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