ConflictedA Poem by DarkStarIt makes as much sense, whichever way I see it. It makes no sense at all, but its equal in its senseless. It is a much of a choice to be happy, as it is not to be, Choices mean that someone makes them, but it isn't always me, Is It? © 2018 DarkStarAuthor's Note
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