The Worst Gift of All
You made me,
Created out of nothing just to
Let me be.
No hopes of seeing the shores,
No boat to stay afloat.
‘Tis a gift best left unopened.
Just by nature, I will breath.
I will cling onto the edge
And ask “Why do I bother?”
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