life is tough,
hard as well,society blinds,
opinion cuts,
life betray me,
evenly,
brutally.people are people,
easy minded,
also ironic.
they live by
the sadness of the rain,
and other people's thoughts.isn't it unfortunate?
people we know won't be like that forever?
they change,
like leaves in the fall,seasons change,
so do people around you,they love,
with a sprinkle of fake,
it will lead them to hate,each of us
have one sword,
they can use it to fight
for themselves,
or
they can use it to
stab others back.this life is quite a tragic story,
it is way more tragic,
than Shakespeare's sonnets.
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Rain Thoughts
Poetrythese words are more like: breezy air, warm blankets, and the smell of the ground after the rain