A has-been, washed up
before I even began.
Such a promising future
always leads to a dark end
when promises break
and souls cannot mend.
Too late now to go back,
just wipe my brow.
Head down and move forward,
since back is farther down,
time to carry the weight of it all,
remember to smile not frown.
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