Life.

Life

It was 1991 when I lost my closest one
but because I was so young, I didn’t know what it had done.
As a child I carried on until number two struck
I didn’t know what I’d done to cause such bad luck.

The pain grew inside, as did my inner strength
Up until now I didn’t know what it all meant.
A superior vision? A life of materialism?
No. An interior mission is what I envisioned.

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