It's all we are.
Vulnerable.
We don't control things.
We can help some things,
But in the end,
It's up to whatever
You believe in.
God. Fate. Karma.
Kindness. Peace.
Maybe all of the above.
We as humans
Like to believe
We know what's
Going on,
Can control it.
But in the end,
We're all just as
Vulnerable
As the next guy.
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Gradient: A poetry and writing anthology
Poésie"Isn't life gradient, though? It goes quickly from one colour to the next, with all the shades of grey in between." Text information: Created in the year of 2014-2015 Notice: This work is solely the intellectual property of the author. Reproducing...
