Maybe I'll figure it out one day.
When my limbs ache and my hair is grey.
Maybe then I'll finally know.
What highs came, because of my lows.
Whether all I'm chasing at the moment,
Doesn't matter, and isn't permanent.
Whether every tear, every smile,
Will stay.
I don't know now, but I will.
Someday.
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Ramblings
RandomThis is where I will write random ideas or stand-alone paragraphs that are completely ridiculous, and as I said before, random.
