Life

 

Our first breath

Suddenly we are alive

Through everything on the outside and underneath

We strive

 

From life

We all continue on different paths

But like a knife

We feel life’s wrath

 

We’re growing older

Our lives coming to an end

It’s getting colder

As we ascend

 

And with one last good bye

We die

 

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