Of Small Hours and Racing Thoughts

wish

I wished on a shooting star

when I was just a young girl

but when I grew up I learned

that there was no such thing.

I wished in a wishing well

hoping for a sunny day

but instead I got three

nights of horrible rain.

I wished for the world to not

be so goddamn cruel but

life just gave me a slap in the

face.

Then finally broken

I wished for me life to end

but even then my wish

falied to come true.

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