Seasons

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Everyone has a different season
For someone to come
Some to go
Some to withhold
Or just things in-between
In that season
It's up to you
To withhold
Who you are
Who you can become
Who you want to became
Can I make myself better

Or can I just stay this way
Feeling down
Feeling sorry
Instead I say
I can get up
And make my promblems
Go array
Life isn't all sunshine
And rainbows

It throws crossbow's and arrows

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