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Stuck in ridicule with misfortune as my friend
Distorted siphoned patterns that slowly twist and bend
My mind a shabby hedge-row maze, full of dead-end paths
Cursed be the jealousy, the pain, the fear and laughs
Betterment brings a feeling that swells and burns my eyes
A deterrent to improvement, reason to instigate more lies
As I curl into a ball and prepare to hibernate
I ask myself, nervously, 'Is this my bitter fate?'
Distorted siphoned patterns that slowly twist and bend
My mind a shabby hedge-row maze, full of dead-end paths
Cursed be the jealousy, the pain, the fear and laughs
Betterment brings a feeling that swells and burns my eyes
A deterrent to improvement, reason to instigate more lies
As I curl into a ball and prepare to hibernate
I ask myself, nervously, 'Is this my bitter fate?'
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Why yes I beleive you can.
You can put it on toast?
Poetry is like Marmite.
I would like to here IB's thoughts on this, in-fact, why don't I just save us the wait.
Gay.
I don't get poetry, so this poem was much like most others are to me. The best way to describe it would be, meh?
Gay.
I don't get poetry, so this poem was much like most others are to me. The best way to describe it would be, meh?
Wow, deep, but very good and well thought out.
Nice.
Nice.
Stuck in ridicule with misfortune as my friend
Distorted siphoned patterns that slowly twist and bend
My mind a shabby hedge-row maze, full of dead-end paths
Cursed be the jealousy, the pain, the fear and laughs
Betterment brings a feeling that swells and burns my eyes
A deterrent to improvement, reason to instigate more lies
As I curl into a ball and prepare to hibernate
I ask myself, nervously, 'Is this my bitter fate?'
Distorted siphoned patterns that slowly twist and bend
My mind a shabby hedge-row maze, full of dead-end paths
Cursed be the jealousy, the pain, the fear and laughs
Betterment brings a feeling that swells and burns my eyes
A deterrent to improvement, reason to instigate more lies
As I curl into a ball and prepare to hibernate
I ask myself, nervously, 'Is this my bitter fate?'
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