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Ah, the word I despise.

Always breaking promises

and shattering hopes

in the blink of an eye.

Oh, how I wish to elude you forever

and live in a world of tranquil

delusions and warped loves.

I refuse to use you unless

the time for selling my dreams

is unconquerably nigh.

You follow me wherever I go

reminding me quietly that

I'll never be good enough for anyone

even though echoes of the opposite

are barked towards me across

a yawning chasm of lies.

In my childhood you were used

with gleeful abandon

by those I ultimately forsook

for a ten dollar bet

and a vintage amp.

Yet in my darkest hour

your hand was stayed

and I was granted another

chance at life instead of

being forced to rot away

in a cinderblock coffin.

Maybe I should have never

used you on that fateful day.

maybe.