ideas that never made to papers,
ideals that only existed in words...
I am the perfect example of imperfection.
Good times, bad times; some never recorded, some never reminded.
Gone were the winds, so were the thoughts...
Guts be it, insanity be it.
Glad those mistakes made their way into life.
Second after second, day after day, year after year,
I do, and I do the same.
Every single day that I wake up to,
I realize it's yet another day
and I'm still alive...
Another day that I'm thankful for...
For not taking life too seriously.
Seriously, life is too simple a thing to boggle about.
Life, the short little interval -
turns a lie without fun!
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