We're born weak,
No thoughts in our heads.
We were never good or bad,
Just people who live in our beds.
There's no explanation for most things,
and somehow our hearts continue to embrace it—
the feeling of nothingness occupying our hearts,
us having to enjoy it and wave a light over like it's normal.
we aren't perfect,
we aren't good or bad.
but we are humans,
and is that bad?
no
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PoetryHighest rank: Rank 29 in attention Rank 939 in Lost English poems filled with every feelings such as:sadness,Love,madness and etc. I'm updating when I can't think of anything to write on my other book 'UNIVERSITY OF DETECTIVES' Language: BOTH ENGLIS...
