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I often wonder what life truly means.
is it a mirage where everyone suffers?
is it a reality where everyone's euphoric?
is it a paradox just like the words above?
I wonder when things will feel like heaven,
or at least a little less than hell. I wish I was
a witch with a magical broom and look over
the world and it's miseries, only to comfort
myself and remind myself that there were
people who suffered more than me. people
who had more hardships than me and still
smiled and loved life. I wish I was as positive
as the birds when they had their first flight,
I wish I was as hopeful as a farmer looking
over at the skies, I wish I was as happy as a
teen on a saturday night, I wish I was able to
love as hard as the poets loved the natural satellite.
but, at the end of the day, I was nothing.
nothing but a dead bird, nothing but an
inevitable storm in the dark sky, nothing but
a dreadful monday morning, nothing but a
villain to the poets' muses. nothing but a loser in a life that can't truly be defined.
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