This is a poem that I wrote. One of my friends who is an artist asked me to write some things down so she could use them in her next painting and this was one of the things I came up with. It's one of those sort of think pieces, if you're into that kind of shit, but I say writing is an art form in itself. I guess thats the beauty of it. Sometimes you dont know what the hell your talking about until your done. Now I'm just ranting. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it. If and when she finishes her painting I'll post it with the poem.
Pieces of a puzzle, that don't make a picture.
Out of focus, out of view, out of options.
The only thing to fear is the fear of one's self.
The rest is just a variation of the above.
A needle in the arm, or a bullet to the head.
We all share the same fate.
That's what makes life beautiful.
You knew what you were getting into.
We all did...
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