Category : Poems

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I think I’m sad but I don’t remember. The years pass and the sadness lingers, swaying to and fro in the garden of life. A constant wave of distraction distorts its power but following through has always been its forté. How can I survive? I don’t know but I do, I always do. Maybe this is what surviving means for me. Maybe this is what dying means, too.