Second~

ask twice, sinking away while mixing blue and yellow. still cannot miss, if you're looking. find out in the end, if it arrives. poetic tragedy strikes again, the cup is indeed half empty. 
always second place, insignificant at the seams. can't seem to shake it off, buried alive. too tired to play the game, rather stare at the ceiling. 
boring and stupid circles around in one's mind, writer's block occurs.