Pleasantly Grotesque

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Memories are created

We are born into light

A child's laughter

A smile from ear to ear

Tiny hands reaching up to take in the world

A twinkle in the eye

Eager to learn

To take in information

To be someone

Anyone

Then we inherit an individually unique darkness

That deteriorates us

We turn to tears

And sadness

With sickness

And old age

We vanish

We lose the ones we love

Whether we are prepared to or not

We fade into oblivion

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Thank you for reading! This poem is written by myself so please no plagiarizing.

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⏰ Last updated: Feb 18, 2018 ⏰

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