We are born to die
And loved to suffer
But we die to be born
And we suffer to be loved.
Events are a ball that rolls around
Pain and happiness aren't constants
They are kids
They play with each other tag
Play tag with me life
Chase me in the town
Beside the mountains
Come along with me
To the land where
No one s listening
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PoesíaEveryday i go past this beautiful person on my way to school. I know him from the internet we small talked one day online but he doesn't know me , i dont know him truly.I have been always able to read someone just by the shoes they re wearing or th...
