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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