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I fell down so hard.
I fell down so bad.
Being hurt gives no award
nor any price you ever had.
It's simple. It's either
no one would bother
to catch me
or no one saw me.
If the ground was closer,
the fall won't be bitter.
If the people were near,
they'd save me from here.
But I already fell,
and I'm beyond unwell.
But I'm already down,
lonelier than a frown.
With my clothes ragged,
with my courage naked,
and with my eyes unclear,
I'd rise up from here.
'Cause, to heal,
it takes a broken hand,
and a fail
causes someone to stand.
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YOU ARE READING
Finite Infinitives
Poetry𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙄𝙣𝙛𝙞𝙣𝙞𝙩𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 ╰ a c o m p i l a t i o n o f p o e m s ╰ c o m p l e t e d "I haven't done everything I want, but in the realm of reams, I already did some."
