the good, the bad, the unfixabl.e

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Sometimes bad things happen.

They greet you unexpectedly like
the slithering voices who keep you awake at night.

They strip every amenity like
peckish crows scavenging for food on the streets.

You watch as the chaos commences
and order is suddenly trapped underneath wild rubble.

Sometimes you can fix it.
But sometimes, bad things just happen.

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