My Life Is Ruined Poem by William Heatley
My Life Is Ruined
I try as hard as i can everyday
I talk what i want to say
Nothing stops me but myself
Thats what destiny is...
I haven't thought about this, now my life is ruined
Thursday, February 22, 2007
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5/8/2024 4:08:55 AM # 1.0.0.1119
We can only but choose our own thoughts and behaviours, and the poet can only choose what words he chooses to write... talk what you want to say... opinions are overrated anyway, they are the very essence that fabric that makes and breaks societies and relationships, even within. Why stop yourself, unless it is damaging to you or someone else? Your life can never be ruined, unless you allow it to be ruined. No one can take your joy away forever, unless you let them!