People born, they grow old, and they die.
That's just how it is.
Everyday someone is born,
Everybody rejoices welcoming someone new in their life.
On the other side, someone closed their eyes.
And everywhere you turn, you see tears running down their faces.
Because when you lose someone it stays with you,
Reminding you how easy it is to get hurt.
But there's always another that will came into the picture,
And fill in the gap,
Sorrow and suffering no longer stays with you.
Or maybe it does still hurt,
Just like an open wound.
The unfair part is there's nothing you can do about it.
No matter how rich or powerful you are,
People come and go from your life,
For a time they are your everything,
And then one day they're not.
There's no magic, nor immortality,
But there's always hope.
There's always hands to catch you,
And shoulders to cry on.
Believe it or not,
When someone knock your heart,
And you open the door,
they never leave.
That kind of love makes you stronger.
Maybe you think you were the center of the universe,
But actually you were the planet ,
that circle around the people that you love and care about,
it's like gravity,
you can always fall down,
but there's always someone to pull you back up,
and make you stay in your orbit.
That's just how life is,
The biggest mystery of all time.
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A Recollection : Sincerely, me.
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