Life is Not Fair
Life is not fair.
It is filled with pain and sorrow in a unending cycle of them.
Life brings you down, to the point you feel dead.
To the point you want to be dead.
But like is also Beautiful.
And when you look up to the sky and see the rainbow,
or when the sun shines after all the horrible storms;
you realize that yes, life is not fair.
But life is worth it.
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