Yesterday is past.
Today you will do better.
Just like we practice so habitually.
Try harder.
Try harder.
I'm trying.
It doesn't look like you're trying.
Why are you so frustrating?
I don't mean to be, I'm sorry.
I know you are.
YOU ARE READING
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Poetrya short story in which a person attempts to survive with its own controlling antagonist. - this is my first time writing a book. i would really appreciate constructive criticism. leave a comment and vote; whatever you want. - lowercase intended -
