old habits die some harder than others old friends die or they just go away we die we spark and we die is it all destined to fade away leaving us with ourselves to feel pain never meant for us or anguish better left to others more in need of it we feel sorry for ourselves but why why must we bemoan our fates when elsewhere people learn the meaning of the phrase a fate worse than death pity us but not for ourselves pity us for we are small people with small problems that have no brainer solutions pity us because it is all that we truly deserve but waste no more than a second thought on us because we will waste no more than that on you
Reason for writing:
I wrote this because all too often I find myself
complaining about life in general, and I think that it
is important for us to remember our own insignificance.
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