Part 12: Picture-Perfect Stupidity

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⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️

Did I bury myself when I promised perfection,

Tomorrow's illusion, a fragile reflection.

Was it all in vain, this hope I held tight?

The spiral of doubts, the endless night.


I thought things would change, 

a shift in the air,But it's all just a pity, 

a tragic affair.The dreams that I nurtured, 

now fading away,In this winding path, 


I've lost my way.


I tried to be picture-perfect, 

but what did it bring?

A lingering emptiness, a soul with a sting.

Amidst my uncertainties, I search for a sign,

But the answers elude, as I spiral in time.


Please, is this how it ends, a bleak resolution?

Am I to hang myself on my thoughts with no retribution?

Will I strangle myself in the dead of night?

Or will I wake as another corpse in the light?


The echoes of despair, they stab in deep,

As I wander this labyrinth, unable to sleep.

The spiral continues, its twists undefined,I

n this endless descent, no solace to find.

So I ponder in silence, lost in my plight,


Trapped in this spiral, no escape in sight.

No resolution, no silver lining to mend,

Just a poem left hanging, with no end.

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