how foolish of me
to think
the world owed me something
simply for trying my best
the world owes each of us one thing:
death
we cannot demand anything else
we must make it ourselves
and even then
it may be plucked from our hands
the world
will not give you what you want
you must steal it
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of all the stars that shine | poetry
Poetryhave you ever been heartbroken? depressed? stuck in your head? me too. here's some of what goes in my mind. take a look, maybe you can relate. a collection of poems from the past couple years. this is just my own way of journaling.
