People, places, ideas, or things

Cloud the mind from proper judgment.

Whether positive or negative,

May hinder us from becoming our utmost beings.


Making us laugh, smile, sulk, cry

And every other feeling known.

But if our success is shown,

We won’t let that being die


My experiences are the same

Of yours, theirs, ours;

While finishing this poem,

I play a PlayStation game.


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