Life

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Embedded with the bond of love
And the piercing pain of loss.
Filled with some life-changing luck
Like a silver round coin’s toss.

Going through the good and bad
Journeying through joys and tears
Filled with the times of bravery
Or the haunting thoughts of fears

Through moments spent with the loves ones
And the thoughts running like a knife
Is this tragic but yet amazing
Journey we all call ‘life’.

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