Older again,
Still waiting in the rain.
Trying to reach,
The world underneath.
Just ending it all up,
But it's not right
To make life disrupt .
The process I hate,
Is something I've to face.
To me once....
Life confessed at an instant,
A message sent about it from the heavens:
"Dear y/n,
Life's a gift you've got
love it or not
just accept it
And move on;
You can't do a thing
To the things given to you
Whether they make you smile
Or break you into two."
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