Why do I go on?
Is it hope for the future?
No fears from the past?
Enjoying the present
And making it last?
Is it striving for success?
For the ones I love?
Or am I waiting
For one last hug.
Maybe it's fear of failure.
The fear of loss?
Or maybe simply playing the game of life
Winning by only a lucky toss?
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The Conflicted Color Pallet
Poetrythis is more or less my diary shared to literally the entire world. have fun exploring my deepest thoughts.
