Never wished I was dead,
Just wished I wasn't born,
Or not this way atleast
An unwanted existence,
Indeed is a tolerated one,
And to prove it every wakeful second,
Is indeed a deteriorating journey
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Life The Way It Is
PoetryLife, the way it is, it doesn't make sense, But it makes perfect sense all the same. Life, it isn't fair for everyone, And I guess that makes it fair enough. Life, it teaches you many lessons But by the time you learn, it's time to leave Life, it...
