I confuse myself at times;
of the things I sometimes do;
Life is fickled;
I kow that now;
But, why must one be fickled too?
I know;
I should be glad that I have lived;
all those days;
that have already passed by;
But sometimes I wonder;
Have I made a difference;
Have I changed a life;
Do I even exist;
is any of this real;
I yet to still wonder;
I confuse myself at times;
of the things I sometimes do;
Life is fickled;
I kow that now;
But, why must one be fickled too?
By:Smittee
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