This Thing Called Life

Poem By Kendra Sullivan

Life sucks.
Life is great.
Life is like a roller coster.
life has love.
Life has hate.
But damn it why is mine so f*cked up?

Comments about This Thing Called Life

Good question...I'm wondering the same
There is truth in this, yet what life has, is not always what life is. Particularly when its f...cked up. Well put with little words.


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