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Living Ain’t Easy.

Life stinks of death.
You can smell it on its breath.
Life makes you sick.
So hard it does kick.
Life is for the living.
But to death it is freely giving.
Life is not free.
It bleeds you and me.
Life can be fun.
As fun as an arduous marathon run.
Life is what you make it.
But soon what you make life will dismantle it bit by bit.
Life is best lived day by day.
For receiving this life one day by death we will all have to pay.

 

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