Could it all
be in my hands,
or in your
hands?
Our life is
the fightning,
between the
happiness,
and the
unhappiness,
the endless
chain of the chances,
we can only
have our own opinions,
is it the
worth of living to us.
Are there
only a few wrong words,
or the
feelings at the wrong moments,
in the wrong
places,
which gives
the judgement,
to the end of
our life,
and it has
not given a time,
to change in
any way,
only all the
roads are closed,
and not much
of our life,
will be left
then.
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