My precept on an underlying indulegence
Preheats my diaphragm
Holding onto my breath
And arguing the anguishes of my level of depth
Placing my hands above my head
Anticipating the decree of my proluding pride
My heart gasping with heavy beatings
Engulfing the heavy flow of my crimson blood
And hauling emotions and thoughts to meet at a centre stage where I must either miss or take this opportunity that tomorrow will be covered with a flux of tears and fears
One that will be titled a mistake.
One that will be derived from melancholic speeches of “I wish I didnt”, “I hate myself”, “I’m the worst person ever”
All those that resort to the blame game
Because I am Miss Take
And I make mistakes
On what I miss and take
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