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Poetry.
Dear life,
why do you have to be so hard?
why do you always have to remind me that the flower will wither?
that the day will end?
and that there will be days where I won’t get what I asked for.
Dear Life,
why can’t you be gentle to me?
like the drizzling rain when it falls on the flowers?
or like the sun rays when it shines the earth so beautifully?
why can’t you just smile at me once,
and tell me that everything’s going to be okay?
Dear Life,
is it so hard to make me laugh?
is it so hard to accept what you have?
to accept your life the way it is now?
then why aren’t you inspiring me?
why do you stare at me as though I’m some kind of a loser?
tell me, oh dear life,
just tell me oh why, why do you hate me so much?
Dear Life,
we may have our differences,
we may follow the same rules every single day,
but I know that one day,
I’m going to change my life and I’m going to look back and scream at you for not supporting me when I needed you…
