Mistakes

I'm sitting by the fridge and my shirt is soaked in tears my back is cold and my cheeks are red and I'm choking back a "please come help" because i know no one really cares because when you're a screw up life is fair and karma moves away your chair and pain is temporary but so is a century and crying just gets divided into decades of war and love-torn memories of a childhood home retold to someone who you don't even know and "sorry" grows old like bread turns to mold until you get poisoned.

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Beata Agustin

Date: 1/9/2025 11:56:00 PM

Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Have a blessed New Year.