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Rejection Tango for One
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Poems from my Teenage Years Left the scene for something more fitting
Turn over her wrist
See her conscience spilling
Onto the floor
She comes undone
Flushing out her heart
Just for fun
Another Shot in the foot
Now shes stumbling without feet
A zombie in her own right
Just hear her out, she knows it's hard
Never knowing love and obviously scarred,
If only she wore her heart on her sleeve
Simply sew it back on and start again
Her insides are soft, shot, and torn
Powerless against the truth and torment.
Fake the act, a sullen routine
She can no longer see her reflection.
"What's the best way to end this"? She'd say.
"If not for my fear of rejection."
