Oh Dear, you loser.

Tragedy.

Do you feel how truly awful it is?

Do you not feel embarrassed?

Do you not feel… at least the slightest bit awkward?

Or like you resemble the worst of your blood.

Do you not feel at fault?

For all that prevailed even before your own time?

Why? You should.

That’s what they say.

For you, are somehow, the origin of all pain at 21

Despite it not possible to be as young,

Vibrant,

Full of promise

As you are.

Were.

Could’ve been.

The could’ve been hurts the most.

It was possible,

But was if the poison was preferred over your juice.

That’s what was squeezed out.

Oh deer, oh well.

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