What a waste Day
Nothing but the questions from the people
Ask about the things I've never thought about
What a day
At least I can say I've survived
For another day
To answer those damn questions
Oops
But
Wait
There was no one else here except me
To ask those questions
Then
Who's the one asking the questions?
It was you
Who? Me
All the damn time ?
Thinking the wrong hella of a Things
Wasting time, what?
Am I the one who lost the cause the whole time?
Cause of the track of time
What a fool I've been
I've been Merry chasing since the beginning of time to catch the life
I knew it
What?
Overthinking
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Poetry Of Life
PoésiePoetry Of life will Lead you to the basement of your life and show you the mystery & history about the roll of the road we rolling at the same time will give out a solid reason to continue ahead until you see the sky and bright light to catch breath.
