Unlucky
No one else is prepared.
To be a person who’s luck is never spared.
They let me live, but not so kindly.
Hate lives here, long and spindly.
But even so, I’d never switch-
My life with someone who has never been bewitched.
I’ve learned to abide, and let them trodden.
On all my hope, which they say is sodden.
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