I will not feed you. I will not try to satiate your never ending hunger. I will not sacrifice myself. the day I pass shall not be the day I lose myself. I hope the day I pass is the day I realise, I have finally won. I have beat you. I did not succumb to your greed. your need to feed on others. if life were to be a marathon then I will outrun you. I will lap you. I'll win gold, and I will be dead last. your consolation prize can be the years you nibbled. the years you took small bites, hoping I wouldn't notice until it's too late. but I will never satisfy your hunger. you'll leave an impact, sure. scars to remind of a past life. but no more. you will not have any more of my flesh. my body. my life. I will outrun you, and I will be dead last. the day I die will be my victory. not my loss.
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p is pronounced like pay in dutch
Poetrypoems, just poems wanted a cute little place to save all of my poetry. sometimes my notes app gets a little too silly and then it deletes all my notes.. no way... if ur reading this, enjoy lol <3 ‼️I don't usually title any of my work so nearly ever...
