Poetry

A Stress-induced Poem

Ain’t it funny how life fucked us up?

When we thought we can make it on our own.

We were so in a rush to get the hell out

To live and take control of our own lives.

But we always find ourselves at her mercy

Whenever we are stuck at a dead-end.

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