the big sad
in a perfect world
i would be perfect world
but here i am
perfectly flawed
torn up
wore out
made of straw
easily blown
about
lit on fire
trampled under
feet
here i lay
grinning
while i grit my teeth
tomorrow is another day
and maybe i'll have something
more to say
but right now
i'm just
a big sad
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