The slip – the tumble – the fall
All results in a fail
From me to you
A constant reminder of my flagrant inadequacies
An inability to do right by you
This inconsiderate youth, blessed with a loyal heart but cursed with wanton hands
Steeped in self-destruction birthed in self-loathed
I remain, your constant misfortune
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