Everyday,
Someone is dying,
While someone new is coming.
Every minute,
Someone is suffering,
While somebody else is laughing.
Every second,
Someone is falling in love,
While someone else is not doing well.
Every minute,
Someone is frowning,
While somebody is smiling.
Everyday is not the same,
Even we all have different lanes.
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Okay, guys. This is the end :) hope you guys enjoyed this book a lot (even though it's all depressing) but yeah :p
Well, yeah. erm... everyday of our lives is not exactly the same as other people's. We all have our own paths. (I used lanes instead of paths, because it rhymes with same.)
Thanks so much once again :D
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heartbreak
PoetryJust a book full of poems, Made by a girl whose heart has been broken. -previously known as 'broken poems'