I Wonder
Some times i wonder what life could be
if i was just that much happier.
i sit and think to myself life is only
what you make it.
Created in this world for the unpleasant
proceedings.
I use to think of all the things
all the things that i felt that i
needed, where was my mine?
i wonder if i matter to anyone that
never knew me.
i use to vision myself in love.
i seen many objects that never
made my reality, yet instill
why does it still hurt i wonder.
Opened was a heart that been ran through love once before.
Restating a pass that may have not existed.
For that matter, It may have never!
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