What if it all is just a big lie?
If there is nothing after you die?
If existence has no purpose?
If Death plays with us in its circus?
If this entire life was useless?
If there is no sense of my muse mess?
Don’t know, if I should live or expire,
Give me rest, it’s my desire.
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Author:
𓆩Mase𓆪 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 21st, 2025 15:48
- Category: Short story
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Comments1
God is real or how were we created,and if God is real,i have the common sense to belive heavan is real.
good poem
-rengoku
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