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Poetry

Last Of Sadness Thesaurus 
Confidence nounˈkän-fə-dən(t)s: blossomed eleven hundred miles away, 1100 hundred days later 
Anxiety noun: aŋ-ˈzī-ə-tē caused by hidden memories 
Rage verb: ˈrāj blamed for a deadly cough. I was last to see Grandfather.
Remorse noun: ri-ˈmȯrsq an emotion burned away with drugs. See Numb.
Lost adjective: ˈlȯst years, days, minutes
Numb addiction: ˈnəm thoughts locked in a suit of steel, feelings burnt away
Found transitive verb: ˈfau̇nd living clean of restraints, addiction is in the past
Satisfaction noun: ˌsa-təs-ˈfak-shən when the chance to say goodbye to Grandfather granted
Strange adjective: ˈstrānj: in the form of a doppelganger. 
Colour noun, often attributive: ˈkə-lər: with the shadow of Grandfather’s face. 
Confused adjective: kən-ˈfyüzd by his grey-faced similarities, posture. Suspenders.
Friendship noun: ˈfren(d)-ˌship: an inner draw to want this man’s approval.
Adoration verb: ˌa-də-ˈrā-shən, and he’s an author.
Denial noun: di-ˈnī(-ə)l but this man, doesn’t accept friendship. He’s strong-willed, silent.
Agitation noun: ˌa-jə-ˈtā-shən turned down on my quest
Speech plot: ˈspēch one day, sassy man says, “I had a thought, you’ll be a famous author.”
Surprise verb: sər-ˈprīz  felt by his whispered praise 
Amazement noun: ə-ˈmāz-mənt sounding like words from beyond the grave
Forgiveness noun: fər-ˈgiv-nəs granted by Grandfather 
Asshole- by Eminem is literally my life
All apologies- to those I’ve actually hurt
Bad luck blues- are tattooed on my skin
Come as you are- because that’s all I offer
Don’t let me be misunderstood- it happens often
Hurt- by others
Kiss- my eyelids when I go to sleep
Love is just a four letter word- no comment
My name is mud- or so they tell me
Nothing- like the usual
Papa was a rolling stone- mama never shoulda been
Oh happy day- when I'm respected, but,
Quit playing games- with my words. Their just words
Roxanne- is not me and never will be
She don’t use jelly- but I do
That’s the way I like it- easy, smooth
Under pressure- by what you ask? You want a list? It’s longer than this musical alphabetical
Valley girl- don’t care if you call me that
Woman is the n***** of the world- this is too true
x-kid- is me, the black sheep
you oughtta know- or say you do- the story of my ABCs but you don’t know the PQRST

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