Maybe things don't happen for a reason
Maybe we are just grasping for ways to make sense of the chaos around us
Maybe we are giving meaning to things that have no meaning
Maybe we are clinging to hope so hard that we forget about reality
What if we are wrong, and nothing is meant to be?
We're just lost souls wandering endlessly, desperately seeking comfort in the notion that things will work out in the end, no matter what
What if we have tricked ourselves into believing that everything will be okay in the end just so we don't have to face the reality of maybe it won't?
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They will be missed
PoetrySome die Some starve Some cry Most cut And they will be missed Some are alone Some are lost in a crowd Some yell out and moan Most do not voice their troubles aloud And they will be missed #1 Poetry #2 Random
