in each life.
it's inescapable, but some have
more than
others.
they are always under
some blue
cloud
of fate, some bad luck
that's
come their way.
each day a test of endurance,
rarely
at ease,
or happy,
or content.
it never ends. this play.
this tragedy.
this life in the round,
on stage.
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