Miserable
I spin and twirl through life
I turn and turn, trying to find happiness
Thinking about then, living for now, not comprehending later
I am a wind storm, blowing through this world
Mindless
Careless
Reckless
Miserable
How too like rain storm
Ruining a perfect day with my presence
I appear, do my damage, and drift off
Until I return to renew the cycle
I ruin everything
I destroy
I corrupt
I make miserable
In being miserable, I perpetuate misery
Hopeless
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