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Here Lies Not Good Enough


Here lies the epitome of everything that is wrong with me. May he rest peacefully in the afterlife knowing that after I left his life the only way he could go was up Ascend to those less sinful than me And realize that daydreams turned nightmares do not leave room for any blank spaces, light to seep in, hearts to remain unscathed Why would he put his heart there? Here lies the crumpled paper I wrote my apology on I tried to make it from across the room but we both know I was always crap at sports He was a great man Filled his life with empty voids of people and hopeless promises he'd live to regret I hope his spirit wasn't damaged too much in the short time he tangoed with the soul sucker I hope he realized I only took his to make up for what was missing in mine Here lies my tongue I ripped it out and gift wrapped it so you could use it to make me say whatever would help spare your ascent from turbulence Here lies freedom Snatch it up with open palms and cling to it with claw like fingers Trust in it more than you trusted in me Let it succumb to you Absorb its essence in place of mine Rest easy.
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Brianna A. Ward

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