What's with this dark road that we call life, with pain so sharp it cuts like a knife. You never know what the day will putt you through, so many curve balls it's hard to know what to do. Sometimes you feel like you can't take much more, you want to give up and fall to the floor. Just when you think things are turning around, you get knocked on your ass straight to the ground. You wonder why things have to be this way, you wonder why you have to live through another day. You wake up in the morning and hope with all your might, that you'll have the strenght, the strenght to fight. Fight your way through your crazy fucked up life, fight your way through all the fucking strife. But no matter how bad life sometimes seems, you need to live on and follow your dreams.Birth sign: Pisces
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