With every waves hitting the seashore
Hitting me hard with realization that I was once unsure
Thinking if I can turn back time
To make my life, my heart ride on shits rhyme
But now looking at things have become
I have regrets but I think this beautiful mess
is what I deserve, cheers to my sorrowful rum.
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Poetry.
Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.