A mother's wailing screams its music
As I gag on my own tears
Life is supposed to be precious
But life is what we make it.
This cross around my neck spoon-feeds me it's comfort,
But it reminds me that I'm not in control all the same.
If life is what we make it
Why must we make it so cold?
The new springs forth from old ashes
And the dead makes way for new life
But if life is what we make it
Why must it be so new, but so stale?
Why is happiness always laced with misery?
Why is love blind?
Why are shadows only present in the light?
If life is what I make it
Then I must make it mine.














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but... the words were so big i couldn't process what the hell you were saying XD
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ill be home tonight by 7pm incase you wanna call. and i WILL pick up the phone this time XD
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I never thought I could've done it...But now it's done. And I strangely couldn't be happier..
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I never thought I could've done it...But now it's done. And I strangely couldn't be happier..
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