you're at the disadvantaged position
you mull over
those who have already abandoned you
burnt the bridges
stole the fortune
living la vida with another vida
by your window people pass by
not looking at you but cannot just say
that you are another
wasted resources
could have been better
if
thrive on another
dress up, comb your hair, feel good
shoot that ball
on another nice
attempt...
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