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Life isn't a wish-granting factory.
It's the sweet cover of open lip's mockery.
It's a house for all to live in - 
the liars, the murderers and the rest of the sins.

Life steals your childhood dreams,
puts it in a jar and makes it seem
as if it just gifted you a present
because you lived in its past and presence.

Then in the future - if Life gives you any,
you'll see that Life is playing games, at once, to many;
you'll resent Life for giving you puzzles and quizzes
that once resolved will just turn to mere bliss.

In the corner of The Room where broken things lie
are your wishes - once soaked with hope but now dry,
drained from the core as time goes on
flowing in the dumpster of Lost and Forever Gone.

But at the end of the day, you find
as you lay on your grave and memories rewind:
Life was honey, it was fun and precious but on the contrary
you recalled the simplest truth - that Life wasn't a wish-granting factory.




 "Life isn't a wish-granting factory" is a quote from the book "A Fault in Our Stars" written by John Green.

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