Sometimes it feels like people just miss the mark. Life runs you by. Your small existence is abandoned on the wayside. Expectations, desires, missing links, unsaid words, assumptions. I haven't felt this hurt in a while. I haven't felt this forgotten. Somehow I am put aside, I am on the wrong track, I am just a second too late. I stumble as if I had not learnt crucial lessons on living. Did I miss something? How does one go about it? Being close. It is all so superficial, so false.
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Poetrysuppose Truth was a woman... * * * A collection of poems & thoughts about life and death and everything in between. * * * Disclaimer: Everything you read here was collected directly from my notes and journals, so please excuse any excess passion or...
