The perfect person doesn't exist,
There is no such thing as the one,
Or a soulmate,
Why is that?
Because people change,
People always change,
And what does change bring to the table?
People leave,
And you will always end up getting hurt,
You see friend,
Life isn't some happily ever after bullshit,
Life is suffering and pain and misery,
You fall, you get back up,
You fall harder, you get back up harder,
It never ends,
At the end of the day,
You only have yourself,
The only person responsible for your happiness, is you,
Everything is temporary in life,
Wealth, fame, people and family,
So why care so much about what they say?
Be you,
Because getting hated for being real,
Is better than getting accepted for being fake.
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