They say karma is a bitch. But is it?
They say to fuck life. But do we?
Yet in the end, we are all just lost souls searching for an escape.
An escape from our work.
An escape from our family.
An escape from the world.
And finally.
An escape from ourselves.
But that's the harsh end. The sad reality.
We need that escape.
And finally I let go.
But when I escaped from the physical world, there was no change.
It was too late. I realized that me letting go was useless.
So my dear, don't let go.
I know what you're going through. I am too.
You were given this life because you're strong enough to live it.
Just hold on. Hold on please.
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Problematic Poetry
Poetry"Poetry is an echo, asking a shadow to dance." - Carl Sandburg "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." - Robert Frost Poetry, is not a compilation of rhyming words trying to make sense. Rather it's a painti...
