Failure to be born of above seed
Guess it's my fault I couldn't swim fast enough
Futile egg and spitting, screaming larva
Stunted development and clogged cognitive
Tested in the tube, might as well be sewn together
Within a wall, somewhere deep, I have a dim light
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Moaning into a soaked pillow
Stop needing the wet nurse for 5 minutes
Dead skin, but no metamorphosis
Guess I'll never be a butterfly after all
Do we share a same suicidal wish?
Real question is double or uno?
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Spread your seed they always say
But what's worth the seed of a wilted plant?
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Author:
The 2 A.M Writer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: About blaming yourself for things you had no control over, and feeling like waste because of it.
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Comments1
Like feeling defective. Hugs.
Thank you.
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