If
life
was always
fair,
would
you
still
call it
life?
Shouldn't
it
be
called
heaven
instead?
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Shattered Pieces
Random"Once I had a mirror, With which I could look into my mind. But one day, it fell And shattered into millions of pieces All of whom I have yet to find." This is a collection of all those missing pieces.
Fair
If
life
was always
fair,
would
you
still
call it
life?
Shouldn't
it
be
called
heaven
instead?
