/lit/ - Literature

Poem.
If response is aight to merely tolerant, will continue with moar. If not, oh whales.
Thoughts turn to tendencies, meaning is erased
Hope is a figment of something out of place
For any path we take, the end will be the same
Not prediction but a fact, no one wins this game
Try as you might, to fight this destiny
Alone you will go, with this you must agree
Many different branches, and cherished memories
But when you find your end, they'll be history
There's nothing you can take, no need to be prepared
But it happens to us all, why bother getting scared?
Live a life of love, with a strong love of life
To fight the loneliness and daily aimless strife
But when the light fades, I feel you should know
That there's no one with you now, alone you must go

Hatred, GO!

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