Crutched
There is a beautiful life !
but it was not for me, to be touched.
And that happy smiley life
some of you strongly clutched.
I hate it, then I remember in guilt,
that you can,
even with holding some sorrow so much.
I would have loved to run !
but never fought, only lost to sorrows,
and they got me crutched.
(09.23.2024)
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