Why Did Y’all Lay?

Photo by Shashank Verma on Unsplash

From dusk to dawn, contractions move upon the moist canal, warm, being pushed to the end of the tunnel where the light breaks darkness towards a certain rise or epic fail.

Oh well, first years learning, discerning elements upon the steps earning titles upon levels won.

Lurals in the atrium from pain is the norm, visually worn, torn in scorned fashion, masking the vain taste of defeat with bitter sweet regret for a legacy filled with shame, ruined once by same dame from whence thy came.

Burden through life without guidance of the seed bearer and borderline bastard with the last name carrier, the barrier of protection through adolescent time is as bleak as the drop of a dime as time builds character with the interactions, some satisfactions upon the journey makes thee who thy be!

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