Life is too short
To live,
Life is too tiny
To enjoy,
In this short and tiny life
An ocean of despair
And distress is dominating,
What is life worth for?
Sometimes comes a feeling
That life has come
To an end.
It must come to an end
When there is no reason
To live.
It must come to an end
If there is no promises
To keep,
Searching for reasons
Means life,
Always search for a reason,
That will give your life
A good vibe,
And make life
Worth living for.
Count the things
That you get,
Eliminate all
That gives pain,
And make life Elate.
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