She told herself
That she was programmed to screw it up
That way
When it happened again
It wouldn't hurt as much.
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Crying Stars
PoetryI'm sorry you're my flower In my toxic garden I meant to feed you water But all I poured was poison ●○● A collection of poems from me to you.
Programmed
She told herself
That she was programmed to screw it up
That way
When it happened again
It wouldn't hurt as much.