A core like rubber, but mind likened sponge.
Heartbreak seems to hit over and over.
Disappointment rises too often in
Living life that has given me the conge.
Wholly inadequate to survival
Too cowardly to take the wicked plunge,
I go on in lamentation and smile.
Looking for a stick to wipe off the grunge
That has stuck to me and those in clover
Because, in hindsight, I know it has been
A hellish thing I wanted to expunge.
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