Fri, 02/26/2016 - 11:52 -- across

Life at a standstill

with no prgression.

The same hatred, the same ill will

all in rapid succession.

Nothing ventured, nothing gained

all things remain the same.

Every mistake, every choice

will forever be our fate.

This poem is about: 
Our world


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