In your unending quest to be the best,
you forgot that being good
was more than enough.
Snap out of it;
you're in too deep in the sea of regret.
One day, you might lose
those that matter most.
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Spilled Ink
PoetryA piece of soul in ink, and unto the paper it spilled. A collection of thoughts that rhyme from a wandering mind.
