Clear out your room, find some really old poetry >.<

Life is easy to child
But for us
The ones on the edge
Getting ready to fall into adulthood
It's hard
To the cotton wooled eye
Life is a fun game
But to those who see the world for what it really is
An ongoing and tedious race
A race where no one wins
But all lose
The cold, hard truth of reality is this
It hurts
It's always there
Always hurting us in the background
Life pretty much sucks.

But we live it anyway
So keep an eye out for the positives
They do exist. 

The End

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