a river has its route
an ocean has no end
the deep sea is unknown
but they are all thriving
however a dead lake
has an end
has no path
and no sign of life
where am I?
floating in the dead lake
nowhere to go
unable to drown
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In The End, The Fault Was Mine. Not Your's, Not The World's
PoetryA poem collection. May be autobiography, may be biography. People will read the same words but think different things, feel different emotions. These poems may seem complicated, but are there simple in "life"?
