Poem 2 by mya
There's only so much a person can take in and for me there's only little I can take before I break.
I'm only young yet I'm facing so many consequences and mental issues that it becomes to much.
Fear dwels on me when it comes to school or talking about my feeling and its always to much.
Iam facing the consequences of all my wrong doings that make me have a bad reputation.
Yet my fake smile makes me not fear to much of it and more egnore it with all I have.
To much is when I feel to overwhelmed by everything.
Everything I do is apparently to much for other people so to much is always to much.
There's only so much a person can take in and for me there's only little I can take before I break.
I'm only young yet I'm facing so many consequences and mental issues that it becomes to much.
Fear dwels on me when it comes to school or talking about my feeling and its always to much.
Iam facing the consequences of all my wrong doings that make me have a bad reputation.
Yet my fake smile makes me not fear to much of it and more egnore it with all I have.
To much is when I feel to overwhelmed by everything.
Everything I do is apparently to much for other people so to much is always to much.
by Fairymimoolooloo December 28, 2023
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Our Quigley which art in Ladbrokes,
Hallowed by thy turf.
Thy accumulator come,
Thy will be done online,
as it is in-store.
Give us this day, our daily bet.
And forgive us our daily bet.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our poor bets.
And lead us not into Bet365,
but deliver us from un-Quigleyness:
For thine is the golden locks,
and the quiff, and the glory,
forever. Quigley.
'I'd like to begin with this particular poem':
Our Quigley which art in Ladbrokes,
Hallowed by thy turf.
Thy accumulator come,
Thy will be done online,
as it is in-store.
Give us this day, our daily bet.
And forgive us our daily bet.
And forgive us our debts,
as we forgive our poor bets.
And lead us not into Bet365,
but deliver us from un-Quigleyness:
For thine is the golden locks,
and the quiff, and the glory,
forever. Quigley.
by Wes P. November 11, 2021
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