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Dear winning,
losing you,
Losing me, losing every single thing I put my heart into,
I feel like a loser
My name is now closer to Losee.
I lost my best friend
I lost because I was trying to win it all
I lost to try and be happy
I lost it trying to be sappy,
That’s all I am
A loser, loser, loser
And I wonder if winning anything
Would actually be a good thing
Or make me feel more sad,
More lonely,
Like to love alone,
To shine alone,
It’s not even close to anything
Because I lost you, Angel dove,
And it’s all my fault, because
I lose things so often.
Love, this loser
About the Creator
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Comments (4)
“Have you heard that it was good to gain the day? I say also it is good to fall... battles are lost in the same spirit in which they are won.” -Walt Whitman, "Leaves of Grass" Yours is a beautiful and valiant effort, the spirit of which is not lost!
This sounds like the voices inside my head. Highly evocative of the way we beat ourselves up, usually over things that are pretty trivial, though not always. One question: Do those voices ever go away?
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That's possibly the saddest thing I've read in yonks, all I can say with sincerity is, that it will get better. Keep your chin up!