life?
is life truly the hell some see it as,
or the perfect life that others believe?
or is it just a pure,neatral thing,
like a fresh sheet of paper,
that happiness and sorrow,
love and heartbreak,
friendships and betrayals,
pain and pleasure,
blemish and mark?
or is it simply an illusion,
waiting to come to a close?
or the perfect life that others believe?
or is it just a pure,neatral thing,
like a fresh sheet of paper,
that happiness and sorrow,
love and heartbreak,
friendships and betrayals,
pain and pleasure,
blemish and mark?
or is it simply an illusion,
waiting to come to a close?
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