Too much time
on my hands to think,
too many reasons
for me to drink.
Too much has happened
for me to forget,
too many things
for me to regret.
Too much heartbreak
for me to cope,
too many times
I have lost hope.
Too much bad luck
has come my way,
too many people
have had their say.
Too much for me
to get my head around,
too many loved ones
are now in the ground.
The feels. The experience of life. Mate i could feel it all. The feels got me. 😉😘
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A sad but beautiful poem, good rhyming.
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Part of life
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