Rain splashing on my face
Freezing wind blowing
right through my clothes
Icy shivering in my bones
Yet this is life
Life is waiting an hour and a half in a que
Just to realize you're in the wrong place
Life is the breakdowns
the falling of tears
The shedding of years
And distant memories
and all that is to come
Must pass through this Now
to become anything at all
must pass through the filter
of life because
This
Right here, right now
Is Life
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