Close to being reached, one wish it not.
For if it is, a storm of life, no beginning nor end.
What is close, is obligated, an unrelenting force is in way.
One can only hope for it to not obliterate...
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Thơ caJust some poems to help those who feel as if they have no power, and feel the need to have some modivation.
