It's the loss we never get over
the first time we lose
It's the consequences you face
for all the things you choose
It's the fears that mark beginnings
and the tears that mark the end
It's the pain I felt seeing her grave
my sister, my best friend
It's the lessons we learn every day
It's a childs smile that heals your pain
It's the feeling of sadness when life doesn't go your way
It's what makes us who we are
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