I Don't Get It
I don't get it
when does life start to make sense?
when does life become easy?
when does life fall into place?
when im 30?
maybe 40?
hopefully by 50!
at this point
I dont think i'll ever get it.
and in all honesty
I think that means I've already got it.
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