i used to get mad,
and cry,
about the little things in life.
but now,
I sit,
thinking how
satisfied
i feel,
it's real,
if even a worn out soul like me,
can find peace and unity,
a bright light in this hole,
then you know,
it's real.
-YYC
May 1, 2019
May 1, 2019 at 8:49 PM UTC
i used to get mad,
and cry,
about the little things in life.
but now,
I sit,
thinking how
satisfied
i feel,
it's real,
if even a worn out soul like me,
can find peace and unity,
a bright light in this hole,
then you know,
it's real.
-YYC
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