Life
Life full of happiness, love and joy...or at lest it should be for you...yes but not for me.
Life for me is like a cold winter breeze it comes when it comes and it leaves when it leaves.
Life full of pain, sadness and so little gladness that it is blown out like a flame.
That is what life is like to me.
And love I shouldn't even speak of the word for what it love to me?
My life has no love, and for that reason I barely have a life...
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