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Day in and day out you wake up, Thinking 'What is the purpose your life" Is it the little memories that make you smile or the times that crush your heart that tear you apart. You are born into this world being ooh and awwed over. Everyone thinks that you are so absolutely adorable. Then you become a toddler where you disobey everything and anything. You think you can do everything on your own without any help.... Then being a teenager comes. You start to make memories on your own. Then you start to be loved or hated. If you're blessed you are loved. But if you are not blessed hated. High School is a win or lose kind of deal. It's the things in high school that stick so closely to the heart The smell of a certain hair spray that will bring you back your younger years. The smell of perfume that you used to wear that reminds you of your first kiss. A piece of clothing that reminds you of a time that made you smile. Or the times that brings a tear to your eye. Such a simple picture of when things were good, Seeing a friend who acts like they barely know you when they used to inseperable.. Day in and day out you wake up and go to work To pay bills and then end up broke.. Again, what is the point in life itself? To get hitched, have children, and get divorced because you can't stand the one man you used to be crazy over. I'm just babbling once again... Post a comment in response: |
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