Tears threaten, and swear words brim on my lips.
And on my fingertips.
I want to reach out with my hand and...
...and change something
But there's nothing to change.
I want to ask "Why?"
...and to whine
...and to pout
I want to start again.
I want to make no mistakes.
I want another go.
I want to get it right
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