17-05-2018
The curse that hit
me in my travels,
Which I foresaw,
And approved!
The dead stood in
silence,
Calmly making an
obituary for my actions,
While looking at me
in sorrow!
I was used to
failure!
Still, they encouraged
me to move forward,
Like someone who
buys the weekly lottery,
Dreaming of a
winning that wont come.
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