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When did the bad start to outweigh the good in everything?
What happened to living in the moment and not giving a fuck about what happened next?
When did life go from living in the moment to being an inevitable death sentence?
It seems as though my knowledge of what's to come has finally spread out and consumed everything I love.
Love? Eventual angst.
Living? Death.
Excitement? Disappointment.
I don't want to be so pessimistic. I don't want to always only see the end. But do I really have a choice?
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The Existence of a Disaster
ŞiirA collection of Poems, Random Writing, Rants and Creative Writing Pieces. ⚠️ Warning ⚠️ READER DISCRETION IS ADVISED Please see "Trigger Warnings" before reading as this book is extremely graphic.
