What if humans feel only bitterness?
Is it the endless rain, or the feelings barely seen?
As some grow exhausted in the downpour?
Or is it human frailty I hear the sound of raindrops and roaring trucks?
Nah, it's just how life sucks.
Though it's cold, I feel the anger.
The anger that nature can't erase,
the weight of human existence.
Some beauty is only skin-deep,
while inside, it's dark and messy.
How funny, right? People are full of misery.
Their promises change, as easily as they claim to care.
Foolish humans aren't capable of handling the multiverse of worlds.
Really? What's wrong with people? !
How funny, thinking they've lost something...
I'm lost too.
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