[Janouk]: 33.Poetry.Godot - 1

So this I made yesterday, having no inspiration at all. 
I always start something with an idea, but it goes somewhere else while I'm writing, 
and suddenly it's all crap. Please note that this is fiction.

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I don't want to be that girl,
that puberistic poet
I don't want to be that addict,
so terribly devoted
I don't want so many things
and cry for even more
so that tears dry up
and my throat goes sore
I despise and I hate
and get sad by our fate
that all through our lives
on Godot we wait.