Misery Poem by Rose Queen Yeh
Misery
Drifting with the wind my thoughts flow. Succumb through the miseries that faith had given me. Reckon life is perfect, but full of imperfections. Conceive of a complete circle without a kink. Experience gave me wisdom, for I shall not look so shallow to see perfection, but the imperfection. Unforced happiness will come to pass, if one shall seek it.
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