Will the sarcasms they said, matter five years from now?
Will the insults they give, matter five years from now?
Will their existence, matter five years from now?
Will they matter five years from now?
Will their toxic presence matter five years from now?
Will I still see them, five years from now?
Will I still be with them five years from now?
So I have to be joyful,
For their minatory mood, won't matter five years from now.
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