There comes a point
When one works so incredibly hard
When one deserves the world
And when someone else recieves it.
Where one breaks down from
Exhaustion
Yet is stepped over by the
Well rested.
There comes a moment when
One will give up.
And I guess they were all right.
Because certainly life is not fair
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poetic
Poetryim not very good at poetry, but my goal is to write it until I am. and then after im good at it ill write more poetry because then I'll enjoy doing it
