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Lessons
I've learned my lesson;
Is that not enough?
Probably not, I should say,
Being dragged through the rough.
All the things that I've done,
Some for better, some for worse,
If they did not mean anything,
Would I be writing this verse?
There is not much to say,
Bound and gagged with my sorrow.
All I can hope for, I guess,
Is a brighter tomorrow.
Empty inside,
Voids too big to fill.
No hacks, no cheat codes,
Fixed purely by will.
I can't take them back,
All the things that I've done.
But I will say I'm sorry
To you who is the one.
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Written in approx. 5 minutes while watching hockey. Written using the notepad application on my iPhone.
I like adding the part after, explaining the poem and stuff. I'll keep it.
I'll make another one in the style of the Oyster Boy book tomorrow.
Now for the bloggish part.
I don't know if this is purely a coincidence, but after... let's just call it "the situation", I've felt sick.
Not emotionally sick, physically sick. I actually had to stay home today. I could barely talk or stand up.
My theory is: I'm so sad about it that my body's immune system is too emotionally drained to work.
One girl can't possibly mean this much...
...can she?
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