What Is It...?
What Is It?
Is it love? Is it hate?
Are we friends?
Or is there more to face?
Could it be that Fate thinks…
Or Destiny thinks..
We’re meant to be?
Or is it an illusion?
Nothing to see?
What is it?
You tell me!
What on Earth are we?
And what could we be?
*DISCLAIMER: I wrote this many, many years ago.
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T. Talbott
Writing has always been a way for me to release my emotions...As of right now, in this particularly rough moment in my life, it has greatly helped me maintain a stable and healthy mind.
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