days of life
every single day i wake,
is the best of days for goodness sake,
i dont wake up sad,
i dont wake up mad,
if i do,
i still say it is the best day i will go through,
why,
because i know one day i will die,
and i want to talk myself into the thought,
that i never bought,
true happiness is a sense of purpose,
nothing will bring us down, nothing will hurt us,
as long as we live.
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