This life is,
A vibrant rhymtic,
Delicate dance of chaos and control,
A beautiful mess,
A perfect array of disorder
Yin and yang,
two opposing,
yet one the same.
This life is a song,
And we all better start singing,
Cause it is all yet a bitter sweet memory.
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Symptoms
PoetryPoetry. Love. Happiness. Sadness. Depression. Guilt. Regret. Struggle and Confliction. We may all be breathing, we may all have our hearts beating. But these are our vital signs. These are symptoms that prove we're alive.
