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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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