Falling so fast
So far
Too frequent
So willingly
Toxicity leaching
Moderate preaching
So many stumbles
Turning to bumbles
We've had our epiphanies
Connected nearly every dot
But it can't end now
As it is, not what I thought
It's so much more and it eats away
With the turn of every day
You might move on sometime
But I may not
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PoetryPoetry from in my mind Not a word is left behind Some will relate While others will not But these are my words And they're all that I've got Highest rank: #301
