Writing, rewriting
do this, do that.
Jam yourself into
this prepackaged crack
or no one will want you.
Button turns green
I've done my part
nothing to do
but to wait.
Days pass and the texts come
they say they've released them.
We flock like birds
all apprehensive and
with a nervous flutter, trembling hands,
a click away and there it is.
Stomach drops, tears drip
heart stops, hopes fall.
There's nothing like
the face of
disappointment
staring back at you
as your fears grow tall.
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Darker tone this time but I had to get some of my feelings out. Despite a great start to the day and a really fun time, I came back home to find something that caught me completely off guard. Really shook my view of the future.
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