Dear Opposers,
Hereβs a special piece dedicated to you

Dear Opposers,
My life is not yours to take
For the troubles you bring ruptures like an earthquake
Your opinions tremble through the alleyways of judgement
Streets are split and shattered because your mouth spoke an epic disaster
The gift of living has brought me freedom, but somehow you step foot into my kingdom
My collapse is what brings you a magnitude of joy
Life is a journey, but somehow you missed yours
You only live on the surface of disparity, your therapy
Despising the life of others surely must be a chore
Now whoβs at fault?
Sincerely,
Daisha
About the Creator
ππΆπΎππ½πΆ π².
A rambling Curious George who just doesnβt stop writing, doesnβt stop thinking, and never stops exploring.
Feel free to tag along in my pursuit of wonders. πͺπ¨
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