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[fatcitysoldier]

In class... so I wrote poetry. Go figure...

Life is candid
And yet I'm yearning
To understand
What I'm learning
Is there really a path?
Filled with sorrow
Because its all I've seen
There's probably more due tomorrow
Happiness is a mystical ideal
I've yet to encounter such a thing
Who else has fealt the pain I feel?
Can anyone understand my grief?
Why must I be alone?