What is the meaning of life?
Is it too be happy?
Is it too be sad?
Or too get mad over the little things you can't have?
Maybe it's a daisy crown
Running in a circle until you run out of breath
Maybe it's a continuous circle of destruction
All I can see is all I can take
For I am a rumble of peace in my quake
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esprit malade
Poetrya penny for my thoughts? trigger warning: depression, eating disorders, anxiety etc.
