how can i go on
if i've placed my destiny upon pages that i want to burn
why should i dream of the future
when somewhere a person like me won't even get on
at what point should i accept this
the burden of luck
and the fact
that we don't get these chances because we deserve them more
at what moment
should i take this in stride
is it the point when i'm full of the most love
or is it that clear moment
where i can trace my death out
like the open end of my hand
does anyone know?
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The Words Left Unsaid-Poems
PoesieThese are a few poems I wrote that I put online. Enjoy!
