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Life


Life.

Life is a work of art

Sometimes it's good, sometimes it's not.

Sometimes it makes you want to scream.

Makes you pull your hair out, and wish you were some place else.

Life is a dream

It floats away from you when you are sure it's in your grasp.

You wake up realizing yesterday is gone, like it didn't exsist,

Yet people in your life will convince you it happened.

There is always today and tomorrow always comes after it,

And before you realize it

Tommorow becomes yesterday.

These are the joys and struggles of

Life.

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Sw@n1693
<p>This is how I feel about life.</p>

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