dry toast | poem

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bright

smart

bound for better things

than these

four beige walls

with peeling paint

------

everyone said

she had so much potential


but is it possible 

that she could've


exhausted all that potential?


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once a novelty

and

"destined" for greatness


she is now

tired

and overwhelmed


spread rather thin


---


truthfully

she's burnt out

she can't go anywhere

but down


-n.c

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