Sometimes I sit and ask myself,
"This is it?".
The seemingly never-ending torture we called childhood gave us no gold star after.
We put up a good fight,
But always lost in the end.
This is it.
One life is all we get and Murphy's Law is inevitable.
We can't pause, restart or fastforward.
This is it.
This is all we get.
And so far,
I don't like where mine is going.
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