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Okay, so I don't like poems, but... yeah. Writing them kind of appeals to the more abstract side of me...
This was just speculation... Reviews are welcome, no matter how harsh - like I said, I don't know anything about poems! Life Life is unpredictable; It dictates to us, Where we go, What we shall do, How we will act. It’s not fair. It doesn’t care. Life is cruel; It does not know, Right from wrong, Only moves its pieces, Like a board game. It’s not fair. It doesn’t care. Life is supple; It can be changed, For one who is strong, Who takes control, And brings on change. It’s not fair. It doesn’t care. Life is fun; It is meant to be, But its hard sometimes, To make happy things, From sad ones. It’s not fair. It doesn’t care.
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