Bad Times
Born with nothing
striving to obtain the world
only gaining air
my reality
Surrounded by madness
of all that's unknown
depressed by all that is lacked
though tears don't fall
Good times seems like only a breath
then it's gone
pain fill lives
like waters do pools
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