Life

Life is like a white paper
It starts when you were born
And day by day, you write your own story
Until oneday, it is only a history

You try to make your paper as beutiful as you can
But what you’ll write tomorrow is only a mistery
Learn everything form what you’ve write down
Till no more misery

You might be afraid for what wait you in the end
Cause no one knows where you belong to be
Your place depends to your history
Will you documented, or burn in a fire

You try to erase your bad story in the past
But it still left a scar
You decide to make it better with your future
Until one day, people read you as a good story


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