Why Did You Jump, Again?
A poem about self-destruction.
Grandiose, I am not; grandiose, I will be.
A self filled with imperfections,
A hole filled with misery,
disappointment and regret.
Oh dear self, why did you jump again?
You knew what you did,
Grandiose, I am not; grandiose, I will be.
A self filled with imperfections,
A hole filled with misery,
disappointment and regret.
Oh dear self, why did you jump again?
You knew what you did,
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