Life is so fragile.
Death is so sturdy.
Life isn't promised.
Though death will always come.
You cling to something you can't always have.
I am driven by something I will face.
I see it as a whole picture.
You see it as a piece of a puzzle.
Your happiness is fake.
My hate is quite real.
Damn what a hideous lie you live.
Damn what a beautiful truth I live.
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A Dying Soul Under The Cherry Blossom Tree
PoetryThis book is nothing but a passion project of mine. All criticism is welcome. Understand I don't expect anyone to read this but that matters not. At the end of the day this is meant to bring me peace of mind. So when I'm gone I'll have something in...
