Let's skip the beginning and start from the end
too much is broken and nothing can mend.
We glue on the heartstrings to force-feed control;
diminishing limits to buy back our souls.
Attention dehydrates to mimic despair,
closing in on burdens - no time to prepare;
the flight is ignited with nowhere to run
in shards of seclusion of which there are none.
So schedules are shattered to fit in decline
when we're moving forward but still left behind -
where fences can't be crossed when grief reappears,
and scapegoat advantage is less than sincere
Exams are not finished yet we're claiming truce -
no records for success nor pointless misuse.
The facts are misleading; the truths are denied,
burying our methods when we can't decide.
They inflict sympathy [no price for this show]
to make us feel better so we'll never know
about the directions we endlessly tread
and how we walk backwards, while they move ahead.
Instead of reviewing the mistakes we made,
we exchange our conscience for basic charades
the metal burns sorrow to bleed our replies,
attempting to make this the last time we die.
Silver trophy winner
Honorable mention
Gold trophy winner
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Granny 
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Amazing job my dear. 
