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Shallow and dull
However hard I try to paint
The colours are washed away in my tears
There is no obvious reason
No relative meaning for existence
My hope has started to wilt
It wont be too long before it dies up forever
Wise men think
Fools over think
What a fool I am?
Because I never know when to stop thinking
Compromises and complications
Are parts of life
My life is a part of them
Complex and compromised
looks like we have a poetess on board !
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dont worry u ain't alone...