M EA Poem by Paradox HeiressT h e i m p o r t { t a n t } yet the L E A S T significantN O T a page in H I S T O R Y tells the story of the most significant person. T H E R E F O R E, my name will n o t be renowned for it's greatness, but it's for it's sullen existence. Y E S, existence, such a small and tranquil thing. F O R E V E R w a vering in T I M E like little flag on a {ship} or {hill} F O R E V E R is such vague word to des.scribe. such agony of sad/ness. For I was born with a curse/ a small and feeble curse. To forever ... i mean eternally waver in time as not a co {existent} but a jester to T I M E. A L L my words / meaningless. A L L my friends/ pawns to a game to fates' design. A L L my T I M E I've have w a s t e d on L I F E. I F EE L like crying enduring these words _ small meaning clips of winds. S T I LL carrying on _ this sick game of life A lone soldier in a war that was fought and lost _ sadly W h a t to call myself? W h o am I diss a part of erased history. I ' V E finally describe something for myself, A S H A D O W in T H E {wind}. A small piece of history that was never there. A T EAR that was never created. A pawn in T i m e s' game. A T Y P I C A L charlie brown W H Y go on .. why ? A person you knew but sadly forget M e .
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