rusty at poetry.

a crumpled piece of paper
for every letter i didn't want to write.

an incessant tone
for every number i didn't want to dial.

a self-defeating thought
for every concept i couldn't absorb.

a line struck through
for every tear i couldn't shed.

a painful smile
for every dream i let go.

an item added to the list
for every time i refused to move on.
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