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Life Tests

The recent few days,

Seems like a test,

I never signed up for,

But, anyway,

Life never asks,

If we’re ready to give it or not,

Or do we even want to give it.

Almost failing, almost given up,

Almost broken, Almost disappointed.

—

(the previous me would end this poetry by writing something hopeful, but all i don’t feel hopeful anymore.)

 
 
 

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