Consequences

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I thought it would be easy,
So I became lax,
I let myself face everything without any preparation at all,
Here's what I get,
Too tired to even open my eyes and look up.

I thought that I'm strong enough,
So I let myself carry the full force of it ,
And ignored the aching and buckling of my shoulders and knees,
Here's my punishment,
Too bruised and beaten up,
Couldn't even recall a day I was not.

I thought it was just nothing,
So I gave in,
Savored every pleasant emotion known to man,
No matter how minuscule it was,
Every moment,
Every smile,
Every laugh.

Until it became everything,
And before I knew it,
It was already too late.

I was already too late.

So here I am,
A spent force,
Too tired to fight,
Too bruised to put myself together,
Too broken to be mended.

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