In hope’s recession- You’re inclined to believe less is more- You’ve flung your most sacred dreams to the pack of wolves- Glaring red eyes, and carnivorous sweet teeth- So the path you’ve walked- Is marked by the blood dripping- From the loosened tunicate ‘round those- Self-impaling wounds- The only thing that’s going to make sense to you- Is being that most pathetic thing you’ve always complained you’ll never be- That should be enough comic relief- To you’re gifted soul- Just be patheticly honest, even if it means- Realizing your own self-pity-Birth sign: Libra
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