Welcome, behold, these broken promises!
Born an Addict
With life
Given to me—
Flourishing,
With greatness
Within only
A slim chance
Upon birth.
Assuming instead
Identical fairness
Others achieve,
One destined
Years from now.
Born an addict,
Unable to keep
As chaos,
Its certain shadow,
Makes appearance.
Welcome, behold—
These broken,
As foreseen,
Promises.
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