This world—it's a difficult place.
We all have our histories, our pasts.
Mistakes, regrets, memories and the likes.
We all have our futures too,
Some bright, others less so.
But in the end, we end up in the same place
Back to the earth.
Only death is certain in this world of ours.
Not all can experience love,
The warm touch of a companion.
There are so many who don't see two summers.
Only death is guaranteed,
Make what little you are allowed count.
Dare to dream, and reach for the moon;
It could all end so soon.
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