by every aspect of the word,
I am nothing, but a loser,
not even worth heart break,
seen as a mistake,
of a broken condom,
as worthless as dust
on the window ledge,
or a painter with no brush,
all these cells
that form this person,
all these thoughts
from the mind of me,
are as pointless
as a kiss without
love.
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