A poem.
Not as simple as 1,2,3-
everything wrong with no principle.
All this clear to see,
but still finding the chase.
Afterall, feelings are involved.
Who cares that it may be a disgrace?
As time passed by, they evolved.
In too deep,
the mountain growing,
becoming too steep
to conquer.
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