POEM 41: Grace.

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I was worthless
I am worthless
And I feel worthless
Because I'm a muse
To this dirty lying smug.
Every woman wants him.
Every beautiful woman wants him.
I should have known that I was just one of his many muse's
But I will still keep this smug
Cause I'm too lonely to let go.
And I like this smug
But he was just a smudge.
He was my blissful thought at rush hour.
But I lost this feeling
He lied, he told so many lies in the name of keeping me happy.
I was broken.
Because I fell from unholy "GRACE."

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