I tried to be worthy.
I gave it my all.
All beauty and curvy.
You laughed and stood tall.
It hurts to be honest.
But I’ve given up hope.
That slide is so Slippery.
Unforgiving that slope.
It’s clear and it’s Thursday.
Feeling good, it won’t last.
It is all coming up roses.
I’m at peace with the past.
Beautiful!
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