I will take life as it comes but what have I left that life shan't take from me.
Bearing the brunt of the force upon which I swore to conquer, I swore to be free.
But promises,they are the death of life, exhilarating in the moment but all that remains are the memories.
For all my wisdom, For all my Grit. The same result the same indignity.
What are the trials of the world for I have borne myself.
But what are the pleasures of the world for I have tasted myself.
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Anomaly
PoetryThis is just to write the deepest of my thoughts when I have nowhere else to go