transparent to a world full of expectations,
your deeds were never quite enough.
didn't plead for much
but always settled for the short straw.
less than trust, less than meaning,
just absurd existence,
buried in the depths of a past
an ugly story no one comprehended.
may pessimism be a curse
still i am blessed with that much.
words on paper with no meaning,
words of sorrow but they can't hear you.
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