When life feels all wrong,
It probably is...
There's to many people you don't know.
To many words, undefined.
To many places, bound to be found.To many hearts, broken.
And to many lives, dead...
With such things gone,There's still to much.
So many problems
Though people lessen them.They make them small because they can't handle them.
There's to many.
For small soldiers,
It's to much.
But He gives his biggest battles to His strongest soldiers.
We don't want to be strong.
I want to be weak.
Everything that starts with trials,
Usually ends with ease...
Why can't it end, now?
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Just Questions
PoesiaThese are poems that have many questions. The answer aren't found and always stand. As time passes, there will be more added so just keep searching.