forget me

November 19, 2017

i'm feeling very roadkill tonight.

it isn't truly night, though, is it?

it's 4am and i've lost my mind

i'm erased, expired, extinct.

i am stiff, i am cold, i am lifeless.

because i am the definition of second best

i am not worthy, nor will I ever be worthy

of being put first

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