"Drifting away from known to unknown,
We are nothing but Karma's pawns,
Spitting venom when others don't cooperate,
Humanity will become extinct at this rate.
Though we call it... fate,
We have nothing better to write on our blank slates.
What's right, what's wrong,
We couldn't become flowers while avoiding thorns."
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Strings Of My Heart
Poetry"Short poems about mundane life, when nothing feels right, and everything feels wrong. How we all strive to live a romantic, passionate, beautiful, and happy life, yet suffer agony when it remains out of reach."
