The modern myth

The Myth

The modern myth
Never have I imagined
Nursing my own wound
Holding that thought

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The guilt
Feels like throwing yourself off the tallest building
It sears through your heart
Setting it into a parade of blood

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Those tears inked your clothes
Tears of your pulsating guilt
That muted stillness
A sign of your myth

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i'm bored

sitting at home

nursing my precious nail-surgically-removed-toe

i'm toe-nail-less

I swear to God it swelled twice the original size

damn it

arrggghhh

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exams just round the corner

let us all leap the final stretch

may it be a successful one

peace

ps : i hate walking in crutches (it makes me feel so weak)