A Poem
"Aaaaahh!" Screamed I
For my hopes set high
Once before were high once more!
The tales, the lore
I couldn't believe
I couldn't conceive
That such a thing
Would ever transpire
I began to perspire
From my palms and my brows
So I reread the messages, began to browse
Once indirect much to my dismay
A choice my own to stay away
Am I so fickle and so weak
To go and remain meek
Biting my tongue to my sorrows?
My FOMO, my temptation borrows
From my formerly closed reservoir
I finally got an invitation
Would I accept this invitation?
No
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