Just thought of the B-word,
Perhaps it’s tied to the F-word.
Now I feel like the S-word—
They all strike sharp, like a sword.
Cutting both edges, cold and fierce,
Though I remain just a piece.
But my mind pleads for peace,
To understand and release.
B for bad, of what just came,
I hoped for more, maybe fame.
Yet the result spelled more shame,
Replaying...
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