It’s hard to believe,
when it makes no sense,
Though it really should,
sometimes staying alive,
retiring in your bed,
and waking up to sunshine,
Is a blessing.
Sometimes.
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~Poems+Hysteria~
~Poems+Hysteria~
It’s hard to believe,
when it makes no sense,
Though it really should,
sometimes staying alive,
retiring in your bed,
and waking up to sunshine,
Is a blessing.
Sometimes.
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Poemysteria 
Beautifully kafkaesque
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Thank you for visiting Anand ji!😊
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It is a blessing!
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Yeah!😌
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Sometimes we don’t know why we exist. Sometimes we are happy we do.
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Yep.💯
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I like to try to make sense of the things that don’t make sense
But sometimes those things end up making less sense than they already did
Sometimes it’s weird because
We don’t always know
How we manage to wake up
It’s kind of like taking a long walk and thinking “ how did I make it this far? Ugh. Now I have to go back. How will I make it home? I’m so exhausted “
But then somehow, you end up back into your bed
It is a blessing
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It’s confusing, isn’t it?
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It is 💗
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