Life is sporadic. Life is like an addict.
Addicted to misery, you can see it in the history.
When when was there a time life had a rhyme?
Life is filled with injustices. Your life will be filled with pain and ruckuses.
Life will let you down. You won't always be able to turn it around.
At no point did life have a rhyme.
It simply moves freely and divine.
Its inconsistency comes at a cost of endless mystery.
There is no rhyme.
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My 99 Thoughts
PoetryJust a collection of original poems written by me as well as elaborated thoughts. Swear its not bad. Maybe, idk. Some suggestive themes so fair warning.
