Rainbow Salad
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Rainbow Salad


A poem.

Picture by Nick Nice, via Unsplash.

Bitter towards presence,
Bitterness towards the present,
Flittered wings can’t move
Achieved the money and pride
But still my thoughts of suicide
Won’t be lost, won’t hide.
The structure itself is broken,
Lifestyle made like dam walls,
Begging to break, begging to open.
Failures beget themselves,
My disappointment and anxiety
Builds itself a twisted
Gambler’s fallacy.
I prove my own negativity correct,
My actions flowing into it,



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