the cycle of life
Aging is a bizarre concept.
You grow up & then grow old.
You break up & then turn cold.
You sneak in & then repent.
You suck in & then regret.
Hair, hands, and smiles fade away,
and if you’re unlucky enough,
you’ll leave with your memories astray.
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