The True Beauty in Life
Life is hard and cold.
You shrivel up and die once you grow old.
It will drop you to the ground.
You'll scream, cry, and shout but no one will hear a sound.
Life will take away everything you love.
It'll give you a sock instead of a glove.
But, there's beautiful in the ugly.
When you begin to appreciate, that's when you'll see.
We have the ability to get right back up.
Even when times are tough.
Each day is a new chance.
To grow and behance.
Ourselves.
From that pessimism, we can simply just repel.
Life is hard but I promise you it'll be beautiful in the end.
When you see those that you love, smile, happy, and laugh you'll comprehend.
Life is love.
and love is beauty.
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