Sick Sick Sick!
Is what I feel.
Regurgitation of my past,
Being spilled on my future.
I've sold my soul,
For an empty promise.
A promise of changing,
To a stranger I don't know.
Sad Sad Sad!
Is this present,
But what awaits the future?
Me disappearing into memory.
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Submission Name: Slippery Slope
