life has many different flavors.
life tastes like sweet juice from a freshly picked apple, birds singing along with the crunch of the fruit between glistening teeth. life tastes like salty tears running down pale cheeks, mixing with pure rain falling from a midnight sky. life tastes like bitter soap, dark red suds dripping down worn skin in an attempt to sanitize self inflicted wounds. life tastes like sour candy, a scrunched little face trying to fight the urge to spit it back out into the wrinkled up wrapped.
life tastes like disappointment and sorrow. life tastes like happiness and laughter. life tastes like anger and rage. life is not a box of chocolates, but a jar of mystery jelly beans. you never know with flavor you will get next. you can simply close your eyes, and hope that the next blow will not leave you broken.
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شِعرthis is just a place to save my writing, actually. i don't particularly care if it's ever read.
