You lose
They rub it in
You hurt
They make it sting.
There has to be more to life
Than this morose predictability
More to this existence
Than this intuitive animosity
Where angels fall
On a regular basis
Where pedestals are crushed
More often than they are built.
The more you expect
The more they disappoint
The more you trust
The harder they make you fall.
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"i cry when angels deserve to die"
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