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Blue blossom

There were times I’ve questioned why I do the things I do. Whether I was where I was supposed to be. There were times when I scorned the heavens and times I scorned myself because my choices often led me into the gallows. how bad could my luck really be? I can’t believe this shit is happening. Something always happens, its 5 o’clock and all my friends have already gone home. I’m dancing alone.

I would have said, bullshit!, whenever they told me my lows were helping me grow. Like I would find my blossom one day. How could I expect to find my blossom if the same shit keeps happening i mean, why does the same shit keep happening. But a seedling sprouts only if you keep watering it. I drown! I die! Everytime. Knock it off! I knew they were right. But maybe the world just wasn’t calibrated for chumps like me. Stop watering me. No.

Stay strong, you’re learning more everyday. You try it. Then tell me how strong you are if you never get a chance to dust off. I’ve had it. I can’t breathe. What’d you say?! Get off my case cause you don’t know shit. Who does?! I’ve tried to make the good decisions in life, I was irrigated with elite ethics so I know a thing or two about the right choices. But what kind of shit place is it where my right choices lead me into a dark place over and over again. Screw your right choices. Watch me screw the left ones too. Screw the prick that designated those. And all of a sudden I popped above the soil. Hey there… Hi. What’s your name? You can talk? Of course I can! I want to say, fuck you! But why? Cause you drowned me. Right? Get that smug look off your face, it hurts my eyes. You’ll be sorry when I wipe this smug look off my face though. Bullshit. Don’t think so? Breathe a bit first, you’ve been looking for this smug little smile, sonny boy. Pout! I pout in your face. But I know I’m wrong because there’s no other way to find your blossom than to drown it.

All my friends danced alone. But there’s no better dance partner. Still drowning? Wait till you see the grand punch-line. They won’t get it. Then again, I didn’t think I’d get it either. Get that smug look off your face. No.

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