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Rated: E · Prose · Emotional · #1955007
Just a poem about the pain of trial and error.
It’s back, this feeling of sadness… of failure.
I tried and I wasn’t good enough.
As usual, something I really made an effort for ended in disaster.
I know I am not the only one to feel this way.
I know this isn’t unique.
But it still feels bad all the same.
I thought this time would be different.
I’m growing up and wanted to live.
Yet again, I’m stuck just existing.
Lungs taking in air, blood flowing through veins, but that’s all it is.
My body’s alive but I am not.
I failed at trying to live.
I failed.
This shouldn’t be a surprise.
That’s all I ever do.
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