Grin and bear it, smile and nod.
Constant disappointment, hurt, frustration, pain.
Rise and fall, like the tides.
Growing cold, giving up, severing ties.
This is for every kick in the face.
Every stab in the back.
Every heart thats forced to break.
We are nothing but a plague.
Why do we do this to ourselves ?
Growing cold, getting old, wasting time.
And this too shall pass.
' Every living creature on earth, dies alone. '
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