Every beginning has it's end Every birth has it's death Every glass eventually breaks So if you expect it You can't be disappointed, right? And you learn to appreciate the time you've spent with something broken or gone away Is it half empty? Or half full? If you ask me, It's already broken.
Reason for writing:
Don't know where it came from
Birth sign: Scorpio
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