Quiet sometimes is pain,
seething, raging, unforgiving.
Life builds upon events,
those that serve us well,
yet so often we fall upon
our own sword.
No intent really, just lucky.
Quiet sometimes is pain,
seething, raging, unforgiving.
Life builds upon events,
those that serve us well,
yet so often we fall upon
our own sword.
No intent really, just lucky.
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