No matter how fleeting the joy may seem,
In the depths of despair, it's all just a dream.
The worst of times, they hold no respite,
Leaving us with memories, a bitter delight.
Once happy, now lost in life's cruel game,
No solace found, only echoes of the same.
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Dean's Introspection and Poetry
PoetryI'm in my journey to self-discovery and understanding. I wanna do some introspection and allows myself for deep reflection and exploration of emotions and experiences. These poems are the reflection of my thoughts, emotions, life and experiences.
