A dot Teller The year don't announce itself No warning, no room to brace A child in two hands And nothing in the house Pockets empty, keep running — irreversibly broke From the outside, keep coming — "must not be working" they spoke Still waking, decade left me woke Child in my palms shaking — ready was a joke Year hit at dawn, no time to brace 2014 — ride gone, name left no trace Milk money, cold sweat — sink full of disgrace New life, old debt, doubt written on my face First gig, hit bottom — boss clash, system rotten Sold laptops rock-bottom, every week felt forgotten Every crash came dressed like another jailer Their template never fit me — that wasn't failure Self-doubt thick enough to drown what I was for Subsistence at the door — nothing less, nothing more Failure in the blood, never gave up Fell in the mud, stood back up No disappearance That's my true subsistence Failure in the blood, never gave up Fell in the mud, stood back up No disappearance That's my true subsistence Sold, heartbroken — kid gave me saving grace Company cracked open — dried up, cracked at the base Carried it unspoken — pocketed lessons, found my pace Boss read silence, soft-spoken — I was laying stone in place Then Magenest — a quiet decision — hunger in the air Studied every clause like the rent stripped bare Turned scattered needs to answers clean and spare Closed deals with precision — not charm, not flair Fluorescent lights flatline — scar tissue, by design Office crossed the deadline — cold coffee, no sunshine My work became the frontline — they claimed what should be mine Built trust line by line — watched the trust decline No war — every right relinquished — that's the eulogy Not fired, not finished — just another cracked floor under me Failure in the blood, never gave up Fell in the mud, stood back up No disappearance That's my true subsistence Failure in the blood, never gave up Fell in the mud, stood back up No disappearance That's my true subsistence Reminiscence, not uncertainty — every wound a stud Long-distance memory, that boy never stilled through the flood Decade took the certainty, left precision in the mud Persistence ain't pretty — it outlasted blood No witness, no headline — just evenings under pressure Learned to calibrate the weight — kept breathing Lost years on the timeline — losing or surviving, decade's the measure Not courage, just deadweight — still not leaving The receipt's in black soot, but the books don't lie Not in spite of the fall — it stripped the alibi Black mud underfoot, all I did was get by Every scar stayed after all — and so did I No trophy, no chorus, no wedding ring Ten years of nothing that wasn't everything The receipt ain't framed It's folded in the architecture of who I became
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