Lying on the floor
Why? I'm not quite sure
Simply letting my mind explore
Staring at the open door.
I laugh as my mind makes connections
Bitterly (of course)
Probably didnt elaborate on the perks of prosection
In my attempt to get on the course.
A door that was once open
My fault it's now closed
Perhaps slammed in my face would be more accurate
After all, this is a pity party in prose.
Worst part? It was in my hands
The consequence of which I cannot stand
Is there no reprimand?
No simpler alternative demand?
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I've decided this will remain incomplete. I do not wish to waste any more time dwelling on a dilute tragedy, and I cannot simply delete it and erase it from my memory.
Ironically (or tragically) this was written the day before I heard. I generally get a sense of these things. Like St George's. When I visited the university, I had such a good feeling about it - and it worked out.
Anyway, time to move on.
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