Not often are we given blessings
Sometimes they are more of a curse
Sometimes happiness becomes grief
And it'll fester inside us, something worse
Not often are we given pleasures
For sometimes they become pain
It tears us apart from the inside out
It can make us think we are insane
Not often are we given Love
Sometimes we face this life alone
We smile and hide behind a false mask
But it will show how much we have grown
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