The only reason
The only reason I live my life is to live
And I am not sure if it’s worth living.
I live my life in the burst of little happiness
That disappear on its own with time
As my happiness is short lived
I enjoy the short-lived flush of enthusiasm
because the only reason I live my life is to live.
I know what good my life is when I
must leave one day sooner or later
when my time has arrived.
I know I am going to be the cause
of pain for others when it’s time to
say goodbye
I know I am living my life a fragile life of
hope and despair when it will only be broken.
with Chasm of pleasure and pain
I know I am a drop of water
in the ocean only to disappear its existence with time
The only reason for living a life is that I am afraid to die.
Set apart from yourself and see yourself from the corner of your room above
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