How come every day, we have to face trouble?
We fight this ongoing battle with life, only to earn nothing but wounds in the end. We can't surrender,and we can't escape.
Trouble bullies us every day; he kicks us in our guts and makes us feel like the scum of the Earth.
Trouble likes to poison those around us, and it spreads like a virus, giving us no choice but to accept the harsh brutality that Trouble has to offer.
It hurts.
Life iz Trouble, Trouble iz thy Life 🔒
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Poetry(#12 in Poetry- 3/5/17 |14 in Poetry- 2/28/17 |23 in Poetry- 11/18/16) Have you ever considered picking up a pen and writing to the one you fear most? Well, that's what I've done. When I write to my fears, It's oddly satisfying, because I know that...
