Some days I wonder who I am, or if I'm even a Who at all. Everything feels foreign and wonderful and scary, and I couldn't imagine going through any of it any differently than I have, for it is my story that keeps me alive.
If life wasn't worth living, it would be painless, and perfect. Earth would be literally a perfect world, where nothing ever went wrong, and people didn't have to worry about stress, failing, or having to try something else. Life isn't perfect, or painless. Therefore, life is worth living...
Roses are red.
Violets are blue.
Sugar is sweet.
And so are you.
But the roses are wilting.
The violets are dead.
The sugar bowl is empty.
And so is your head...
Lol haha thanks to my friend for showing me this poem!!
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