Endure
We all feel the same pain,
So to put another down.... what is the gain?
Every Single day we dive into this life,
We end up rolling the dice,
Making others turn to the knife...
Yet is that all there is to suffice?
Sacrifice.
Take it all away.
We see it everyday,
Doesn't it make you sick?
Watching people go out quick.
They need to carry on,
To find their own song,
To commit to a life they deserve,
This life we are meant to preserve.
Endure.
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