I tried hard to get a B+ on my algebra exam, but it was not to be.
I could not heal my cancer striken puppy and now he is a mere memory.
Today has the ability to be even more upsetting than I previous believed.
My passion, belief and failures leave me hoping to be reprieved.
Why strive to succeed if you have mastered the art of failing?
My ocd is leaving me for someone more suitable for the task at hand.
I think this could be the start of something promising.