If I couldn't then I would
For who doesn't enjoy
The sweet taste
Of bitter failure
And as I sit
Arms crossed
Staring
At the hole in the wall
I think of the times where it wasn't
I remember when I,
Having not yet existed,
Set foot
on this world
A dark place
Filled
With so much light
And so many little nothings to say
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