An Ode to You

Now I'm not normally the type

To recite the sappy shite

That you just might like

But I need to set this right

And get this off my chest

I'm a stressed,

depressed,

broken and beaten mess

And I don't mean to obsess

Because I accept

And respect

Your choice not to progress

Or to take a chance to advance

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Leaving this here again, for reference sake.

What? You thought you'd actually heard the last of the most crushing defeat in my life? Do me a fucking favour.