You always told me
that shit happens
as it happens
and that's life.
I wonder
if that applies
to all change.
I wonder if
shit is fate
or if
fate is just shit.
I can't tell anymore.
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Poetry, Prose, and Thoughts for the mentally exhausted, the morally intrigued, and the late night internet surfer hopped up on caffine. For you with strained eyes, a tired soul, and rhythm in your heart.
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ReplyDeleteI love this line of questioning. I don't know if we will ever be able to tell. I'm thinking that's ok though. And, I'm thinking that those people that think that's not ok can go and stick it.
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