Slipping
Just when things start to get better they slip away
Almost as if the world knows I don’t deserve good
Good things don’t happen to me
I am weary of things that do
Great things always disappear
Never last
Always gone
There is no Forever
There is no Always
No matter, doesn’t matter
Ever and ever are lies
Everything slips away
Maybe I will too
-thoughts I’ll never speak
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