Not perfect, but useable.
That's how I'm seen.
Not adequate, but their only choice. What else are they supposed to do?
Not desired, but required. A last resort.
Not a first choice, but changeable. I can be improved.
I can be shifted. I can adapt.
I am not perfect, but I am useable. That's all they'll ever see in me.
-GS
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Doorway to Nowhere
PoetryI sleep in ashes ashes from the bed of memory please, remember me as my ashes drift away I sleep in ashes built by magic matches guilt and regret of my past's patches I sleep in ashes fire forgotten all is broken, all is rotten cracks fill the glas...
