The finer things in life have never been mine.
But the finer things aren't needed to survive.
Just prosper.
Who needs that?
Maybe if I was born rich.
Born with intelligence that could never be matched.
Or beauty that could hide my faults easily.
Wouldn't that be a little helpful?
Instead I'm hear without any skills.
No honest values.
Or desire to fulfill.
Without a head start.
What place will I finish in this race?
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Dizzy to the Point of Exhaustion
PoetryPoems. I know. I am incredibly deep and see meaning in everything. Jokes. Hopefully this doesn't suck. warning: some of these poems definitely kinda suck... oops! #881 in poetry March 4th, 2017👀 #463 in poetry March 9th, 2017😮 #348 in poetry Ma...
