Wallowing in self pity
Comforts my nefarious soul
I lacked the patience
Foresight
Suppose to give five years
Only gave 3
And now I struggle
Only to feel lesser
When she tells her friends
She can't go
She wants to add afford
But saves a little of my dignity
I feel two feet small
Heart pounding through my chest
How can I be hopeful for better days
When the present reminds me of what a loser I am
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