I am wabi-sabi.
Beauiful yet imperfect
Joyfull but depressed.
I am unique.
I am outgoing, yet I hide.
Im sweet yet I fight
I travel becuase I'm scared
Of what, im not sure.
I'm in love but i feel lonely sometimes
I cry for this world, my generation.
But i am never noticed.
I help others,
But they dont see me downing.
I am all but a peaceful breaze.
More like a huricane
Beautiful before to some,
Annoying to others
Perfect to one,
A 5 star storm bringing trouble and mysteries
But somehow, not completely forgotten.
I am wabi-sabi, beautiful yet imperfect.
And this is my story and I.


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