life is worth living,
because of those around you,
you feel and,
you love and,
you embody,
you grow,
to those around you,
so what happens,
when you have no one?
when all those you love are lost,
your card house falls.
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Blissful Incompetence
PoetryThis will be my poem dump. All my crappy poems and shitty thoughts all compressed into one place. Aren't you just so lucky to read them? For real though, most of this will be personal-esque poems and writings and most will probably be going over so...
