Every day that we make it in life is another day surviving through some sort of strife.
Sometimes, we take chances but every chance we take, brings us one step closer to our dying day.
If we were meant to live through it all, then our self wasn't meant to stay.
In this world, we have to much sorrow and pain.
Some of us just naturally die insane.
While others just live to tell their story, someday.
We raise our children, to spend time and educate our grand children, if we decide to stay.
Some people just give up on themselves, because they become toxic, and they break.
Their shattered sorrows were just not enough to take.
So they just break.
If we live our one hundred years, then survival was worth the pain.
We must live each and every moment, as if it were our last tears.
We must keep our heads up, move forward to stay sane.
Breathe, and face up to your fears, because survival has caught up to all of us, amongst our years.
©terrylin53
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