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Rejection Redirection

No heartbeat, as it sinks deep into the pit of the gut.
The nerve of them, the pain from them, of the simple word,  'No.'
"You're not good enough, to be one of us, to join our Horse and Pony show."
Another one, the effort, the hope, I'll pretend not to care.
A moment without words or thoughts, the breath is gone. 
Eyes blink once, yes, the void, the pain is still there.
Sitting stuck for a moment, at the emptiness a blank stare.
Really wanted this, but, Oh well, I'll try something else.
Something even better may come tomorrow...

◄ GHOSTS: The Blood Solstice

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