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Words Without a Way

I, Mess

Jul 25, 2021
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You once asked me

How could one girl make such a mess?

Well,

could I make anything else?

I am a mess,

so mess is what I make,

trailing damage in my wake.

I always told you

that your faith in me was in vein.

I am a mess.

I am the worst stain.

But you refused to wipe me away.

So I continue on

wreaking havoc in every way.

originally written 8th September 2016

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