Always curious,
Captured by the imagined possibilities,
What gives rise to the possibility of life?
When everything is proof of being fools?
I am nothing more than an idiot.
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I Should've Hugged You The Last Time I Saw You
PoetryWould it make any difference? If we knew that it was the last time we would see each other again?
The Need to Remind Myself
Always curious,
Captured by the imagined possibilities,
What gives rise to the possibility of life?
When everything is proof of being fools?
I am nothing more than an idiot.
