Getting what you don’t expected. Or rather, hoped. Perhaps even prayed for. Why does it feel like the world ends? I know it won’t. For it all: it’s hard to find a labeL.
I had it coming. I should have known better, right? (But should I?)
Of despair and foolishness: sometimes the world is, or at least feels like the raging and relentless oceans. Even though it’s just a glass of water. No more than a predictable quiZ.
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