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Life from a teenage perspective |
| I know what it's like To get up one morning and feel like the top of the world Only to cry yourself to sleep the same night. Heartache. It's hard. It's hard to watch the ones you love Turn their backs, change themselves. Become an entirely different person, leaving you in the cold. Change. It's hard. But what's hardest is letting it happen Knowing everything happens for a reason, Whether it's happy or sad, Life changing or pain making. It's hard, Knowing you weren't good enough, Or you weren't there enough, Or for some reason, it was your fault. Now it's your mistake or your benefit, Choose to live with it or die because of it. Life. Reality. It's hard. |