Life is a convection model,
Moving along constantly, randomly,
But that's the beauty of it right?
For if nothing ever got shook up,
I'd have nothing to write.
Feb 13, 2025
Feb 13, 2025 at 9:58 AM UTC
Life is a convection model,
Moving along constantly, randomly,
But that's the beauty of it right?
For if nothing ever got shook up,
I'd have nothing to write.
The ups and downs of life make it the great game it is.
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