to let the hunger
die only a little.
how far can I stretch myself
before I get brittle?
skin like paper
with eyes like glass,
if you know me so well,
then why would you ask?
what good does a question do
if you're speaking too fast?
my consequences,
they have gone to the trash.
hold your tongue,
there's no need to be rash.
if I'm not first,
please don't let me be last.
life's too hard,
so I just let the shit pass.
I'm holding out for now,
but only a little.
I keep thinning out,
but I'll try not to get brittle.
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A poem in somewhat cryptic words that leave me wondering and that is good for the mind starts to work again. This has the feel of a rap in its rhyme scheme.
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Hayleigh, I know that thinning-out feelingโฆ the slow wearing down youโre naming here. Very well expressed, my friend.. ๐น๐ค๐๐ฏ๏ธ๐ฆโโฌ
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